Silent Hill Nurse Movie の小説・ストーリー

Without her knowing, the nurse pressed the emergency button, and two male nurses entered through the door to restrain the hysterical patient. “I'm sorry,” the nurse whispered. Natalia continued screaming like a mental patient. However, as the syringe filled with tranquilizer sank into her flesh, she stopped struggling. Slowly, the bright surroundings of her hospital bed began to fade into swirling darkness. "My babies…” she whispered, her voice hoarse. She slowly closed her eyes, succumbing to the darkness. *** Tears slipped down her porcelain smooth cheeks like an endless waterfall as she traced the surface of the tombstone with her bare fingers.

A woman across the hallway. A nurse, she seems Pale. Middle aged. Pretty, maybe. But that’s not what grabs me. It’s the way she’s staring at me. Not curious. Terrified. She freezes when I meet her eyes. Like prey caught mid-step. Just then, another nurse appears behind her, tapping her shoulder. She jumps. Startled. Clearly rattled. Nik notices her too. He smiles casually,like he recognizes her. Huh. Interesting. The car ride back is quiet.

Just as she was about to make her exit, her eyes met the piercing gaze of Doctor Hannah, who had been silently observing from the doorway. Startled, the nurse let out a piercing scream, jolting Lena awake. Jayden, alarmed by the commotion, rushed into the room, his heart pounding with fear for his wife and child. His eyes widened in shock as he saw the nurse cradling his newborn in her arms while a lifeless baby lay near Lena.

Shit! A nurse is talking quietly to Diona who seems to be awake, sitting up. I notice her eyes are bloodshot and some black vein-like things are creeping up her neck. She just stares ahead, unmoving, unseeing just there. The nurse turns the beeping off before smiling at me and leaving the room. I can’t explain it but I can’t feel Diona anymore, something is wrong.

Mrs Shane barked and walked away, her heels clicking loudly with every step. I gasped silently from where I hid, my mind clouded in confusion. Who was that nurse? And what reason would she have to lie that Elora died and approach her mother to console her? Most especially, why did she sound so familiar? I stepped out from the corner slowly after I was sure Mrs Shane was out of sight. I walked briskly to the nurse before I lost my chance. I got closer to her and touched her shoulder from behind. “Excuse me.” She turned and looked at me, confusion all over her face.

Bursting into tears, Mary hugged me tightly, and at that moment, I found myself wondering… Would Scott cry for me like this at my funeral? Would he regret everything he ever did to me? - During a thunderstorm, I fainted at home. My heart couldn't supply enough blood, after all, so my body was already fragile to begin with. When the ambulance arrived, I thought I saw a familiar figure through my hazy vision. He pleaded in a trembling voice, as if he was going to cry, "Don't fall asleep, Wendy! Please don't fall asleep!" Those words sounded familiar. Back when I first took a bullet for this man overseas, he had cried just like this, begging me not to lose consciousness.

Shane’s POV I rubbed my face hard with both hands, my frustration climbing as each second passed. The screen in front of me showed nothing helpful anymore. I felt like I was wasting my time digging for a ghost. I was about to push the chair back when the door creaked open and a male nurse stepped in. He froze when his eyes landed on me. His smile was faint, almost forced, and he asked in a calm but strange voice, “Are you looking for someone? I can help you.”

Chapter 190: The Doctor **Bryan’s POV** “I… I can get him. Just… please, don’t tell anyone.” the nurse’s voice cracked as she twisted her fingers together, her eyes wide like a child caught stealing candy. “Good,” I said coldly. “Then get moving.” She nodded frantically, smoothed down her scrubs, and beckoned me to follow. Her sneakers squeaked nervously against the floor as we wound down a dim hallway that smelled of antiseptic and old secrets.

The truth that maybe, for the first time in a long while, I’ve let curiosity get ahead of discipline. And curiosity is the beginning of danger. The feed flickers again, and the image sharpens, Erin turns, facing the camera now. His face soft in sleep, lips parted slightly, lashes shadowing his skin. Innocent. Or pretending to be. I exhale slowly, forcing myself to look away. Enough. I switch off the monitor. The room goes dark, the hum silenced. But when I close my eyes, I still see him. the quiet man in the white room, asleep in my house like he belongs there.

A crooked, mischievous, and confident smile appeared on his lips. “Looks like we’ll have time to play a little before we get there. Where did we stop?” She lifted her face quickly, bit her lower lip, and smiled. The tinted glass separated the driver’s cabin from them. No one could hear or see anything. “We stopped at ‘my little nurse’,” she whispered. “You were saying you were going to give me a much nicer caress… because my pussy was pulsing.” He chuckled softly. “So it’s still pulsing?”