Nurse Tough Love Novels & Stories

“ dr. Nancy! “ Call me one of the nurses. “ Say! “ He's been tortured for a week! It's going too far... “ He is my patient, I know what is best for him… “ It has to stop! You tortured him much more than the other patients… “ Shut up and go back to your post. “ But Nancy… “ Dr Nancy, do what I said! Or do you want to keep him company? “ I threatened her “ You know that if you do something you'll get screwed too, everyone here gets screwed! After all, who has never given a shock to their patients? Or better yet, proper treatment!

I clenched my fist together as the nurse began wrapping a bandage around my forearm. It had been a good few hours since the incident in the hall, and I had been forced to come to the nurces office after I had tried to clean my wound by splashing it with water from the tap, it also refused to stop bleeding. "You are impossible. Can you please just try and stay out of trouble? For one day, that's all I ask." Our school nurse is a wolf, she's one of them. However she hates the way they treat us mere humans, she thinks we should all just live in peace with equal rights. Like that would ever happen.

The nurse said while holding her down. “Its urgent” “Sorry but i can't” Ann exhaled and ran her finger through her hair as she was frustrated,”Okay, can you please get me water. I am thirsty”. She said and the nurse stared at her for a second before she spoke. “Sure but don’t move an inch”. The nurse said. She thought that she wasn’t strong enough to stand on her feet without anybody's support so she left the room and locked the door behind her.

Even we lived for thousand years, we wouldn't be satisfied, still would blaming our fate. Once Plato said that love is a grave mental disease, and maybe, if you ever truly loved someone from your heart, you would realize that that what he said could be true. Love opens a huge hole through your heart, even your soul, while someone can get into it and mess it all up, just like Lynn did to me. "Hi!" Lake greets me, watching TV in the drawing room. "I thought you were_ sleeping," she smiles sheepishly. I catch her thought about what she means, then smile too. "I couldn't. Lynn is sleeping though."

And she’d been shy at first, sweet, almost innocent, until I’d pulled it out of her, until I’d made her beg. This one? She was rough. Hard. Like she wanted to own me as much as I owned her. And damn, I liked it but fuck if I didn’t crave the contrast. I gripped her ass hard, smacking it until she cried out, watching the ripple bounce under my palm. “You like being fucked rough, Nurse?” I rasped. “Yes!” she panted, hair sticking to her sweaty face, bouncing on my cock like her life depended on it. “Yes, Daddy, harder!”

She swallowed hard before speaking again. “She came in late,” the nurse said, her voice barely louder than the machines humming nearby. “She got burns on her arms and she has already lost too much blood, but she refused pain killer.” The nurse shook her head, confusion written across her face. “People who are in that much pain don't stay that calm.”

I responded while she threw herself at me. I try to figure out why a nurse wants to learn how to defend herself? I know it’s not just because of what happened in the Alley the other night, something happened to her that made her angry, and she’s been holding on to that anger and pain for a long time. I’ve seen kids being abused that came to me for support and the same anger and pain they showed is multiplied on Emily’s face. I know how to teach you to defend yourself, but with her it’s different. She’s soft. I need a better strategy to help her than to get the anger out of her.

Nurse Nancy after so long she has agreed to meet me , no more hiding or running away when she sees me . The first time I met her, I was Emily the broken mother who just wanted to safely deliver her babies not Amara the powerful investor. I was simply a patient but she treated me more like family, as though the blood coursing through my veins was her own. She bandaged me with tenderness, spoke to me with patience, and carried me with a love that no nurse was ever obligated to give and how did I repay her kindness? By forcing bribes down her throat. With whispered deals in hospital corridors, coaxing truths from her lips that she should never have been forced to utter. Even now, guilt clings t

“I don’t like other nurses touching my patients.” He laughed, low and hoarse, dragging his hand up my thigh again. “Territorial now, are we?” “Very,” I said. “I’m extremely attached to my work.” “And do you make a habit of straddling your patients?” “Only the stubborn ones,” I said sweetly. “They tend to need more hands-on care.” “Hmm,” he hummed, cupping the curve of my ass with a satisfied sigh. “Then I’ll make sure to stay stubborn.”

"I called them right after you left. I told them the IV didn't feel right but then everything happened and they were dealing with the ban. Then the shift changed and that nurse told me that the IV was fine. My chest started hurting again and I called the nurse to tell her. She took my blood pressure and told me it was too low and she couldn't give me anything for the pain. I tried to explain to her that My blood pressure was normal for me. Then I showed her my arm was swelling and bruised. She insinuated that I couldn't be in that much pain because my blood pressure wasn't reflecting someone who was in pain. I finally convinced her to put the IV in my other arm, but she refused to put it in