Silent Hill Nurse Novels & Stories

Nicole’s POV My cheek still stings from the slap, my hand pressed firmly against it. I remain still trying to process everything, as tears roll down my cheek blurring my vision. God, the only reason why my hand is not on her face is because I'm here as Alex's nurse. Is this how it's going to be? Always looking over my shoulder. I want to talk back but Megan is always walking away. Suddenly, a voice slices through the air behind me.

Harriet, who was in Elias’s ward, overheard the commotion and asked about the cause. Elias was quick to notice Harriet’s troubled expression. Harriet relayed the grim news to Elias. ‘There’s a nurse named Whitney in the infirmary. She died from blunt force trauma to her head, likely from a rock, and there was excessive blood loss. Do you have any idea who might have done this?’ Elias frowned, deep in thought. ‘I can’t say for certain, but I highly doubt it’s the work of Shadowfire. Even if they were within our camp, using rocks seems too random for them. Besides, the nurse’s death would hardly affect our operations.’

It brought tears to my eyes. "If you're so concerned about me, why aren't you here?" I retorted. "I miss you," he whispered, and my frustration grew. "Rai!" "Sh! Don't raise your voice. You can't let them know that you're talking to me. You can't let them know that you remember me..." I froze, my blood running cold in my veins. "Rai, what are you talking about?" I whispered, my heart racing in my chest. Before he could give me a response, I heard the door creak open. A nurse walked in with a metal tray containing a serum and a syringe. Then she flashed me a smile. "It's time for your medicine, Miss Hills."

I replied, "How are you?" "Fine," she said, "Just fine. Can I help you kids with something?" "We're here to meet Nurse Hamilton and walk her home," Trina replied, "She offered to help us with our homework." Linda exchanged a nervous look with Doctor Hill. "She's with someone right now," she said, "Why don't you two have a seat." I realized that Doctor Hill still looked nervous about that. Then I realized that it was probably Miss Cahill in the nurse's office, and she was worried that we would see our teacher coming out of there.

"I'd like her to come with me." "Alright," the nurse nodded, and they resumed their walk, the rubber soles of her tennis shoes squeaking on the shiny linoleum floors. The long, narrow, silently eerie hallway reminded Holly of a scene from a zombie movie; she half-expected a hoard of brainless, ghoulish nurses dressed in bloody scrubs to burst through one of the closed doors and mindlessly chase after them— "I've never met a real-life ballerina before," said the nurse, drawing Holly out of her macabre thoughts. "So, is it true that they starve you guys to death and work you like dogs?"

Hailey’s POV The footage looped. Again. And again. The nurse walking down the hallway. Two bassinets. A pause. A glance over her shoulder. And then the switch. My breath came out in fragments. “That’s not real,” I whispered, but my voice lacked conviction. Dylan didn’t answer. He replayed it. Slowed it down. The timestamp was clear. The hospital logo visible. No distortion. No editing glitches. And there, behind the nursery glass—

one of the guards muttered under his breath as they approached the nurse’s station. A nurse stood behind the counter, flipping through a clipboard, her expression tired but alert. She looked up when she sensed their presence, her brows knitting slightly as she took in their uniforms. “Yes?” she asked. “Excuse me,” the lead guard said, lowering his voice even though there was no one close enough to overhear. “We’re looking for Dr. Hale.” The nurse paused, her fingers stilling on the paper. She studied their faces for a moment longer, then nodded slowly.

A different hell, but just as bad. "Get out of my way!" he growled when a shadow approached. That's when he saw her: slim, calm hands preparing the IV, brown eyes that didn't flinch from his blood. An outsider. A city girl. "I'm Sofia, your nurse. I need to see your leg." "Look from there, doc," he spat, trying to sit up. A stab of pain shot up his thigh. She didn't even blink. The gloves snapped as she put them on.

The engine hissed steam and went silent. The silence that followed was worse than the storm. "Fix it!" the head nurse screamed, throwing herself at the side of the machine. "I promised my daughter I’d be home for her first hunt next week! You can't let us die here!" She was a veteran healer, usually the pillar of the hospital, but the shadow of death had broken her. We were all human, all terrified. "Crying won't move the mud!" I shouted, my voice cracking but carrying over the rain. I slammed my shovel into the dirt. "If you want to see your families, keep digging! We make our own exit!"