The Night Shift Novels & Stories

I resisted the urge to award him my middle finger in front of everyone. I can't let him know about the effect he was having over me. That would simply signify my will to lose the game we have been playing tonight. Him and me? Well, that ship has sailed. I agree our first nightstand felt like some out of the world phenomenon, but that’s it. It was a complete coincidence to see him here, but that’s where this story should end. A shiver ran down my spine thinking about that night as I was trying to contemplate with myself.

She explained in her soft and chirpy voice. “We work the laundry in shifts – day shift and night shift. You’ll be on nights. Don’t worry, it’s not like you have to sit here until sunrise. You just need to handle whatever piles come in during the evening, get them washed and dried, and that’s it. As far as I’ve heard night shift’s not so bad – usually quieter, less people breathing down your neck” She kept spilling details I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted cluttering my brain. “Got it.”

I shouldn’t, it’s stupid to even think, but I decide to tell myself it’s real and not a fragment of my imagination as I throw my legs off the bed. I’d returned from work in the early hours of the morning and headed straight for bed, without bothering to take a shower, which had become my routine for the past three days since I started my night shift. Originally, I somehow convinced myself that a night shift would be a billion times better than a day shift, but I came to find out St Marie is very different, and not for the faint of heart.

Silvy I was stuck in the ER tonight for the late shift. Which means I won’t get home until early the next morning. I hated these shifts because it messed up my sleep schedule. But I only have to do them every other week, so that’s good. And I get the next day off after one of these shifts. Tonight is dragging, it is so slow. I’m always tossed up when this happens. Slow means there are no accidents, overdoses, sick or hurt kids, no one is having chest pains or anything else. And that is good. Bad is the night is taking forever and I’m bored out of my mind. All our beds are empty, stocked, cleaned and there is no one in the waiting room, so I have my feet on the desk, leaning back in my chai

Even though it was a Sunday, if it weren't for the rain that fell in the city in a totally unexpected way that night, that nightclub would certainly not be so empty. I used to work at that place until shortly after midnight, but the house remained in operation until four o’clock in the morning. Those who stayed until later, taking two shifts and only stopping after closing, were the ones who received more. But I had to be at the station at eight o'clock, and never, since I knew me for people, had had eight hours of full sleep, so I didn't even risk getting that terrible time. However, just to have something to do with and not think about Jessy, I accepted the worst shift at the bar.

Sam A night shift at the clinic is always peculiar, but now that I've got a student under my wing, things have at least gotten interesting. She's young and fresh, so it's fun to teach her all sorts of things. Tonight, Grace is going to be on her first full night shift, and I'm here to supervise, not go all hands-on unless something terrible happens.

Brandon asked without emotions. Liam gulped. "It was the drug talking." He massaged his temple. "What's the time?" "Three in the morning." "Why are you in my room?" Brandon got up from the chair and walked to the door. "We have a new patrolling schedule. I'm on the night shift while you and Cohen are on the day shift."

“What’s your shift tomorrow?” “I have the evening shift.” Chance mumbled. “Then the whole night.” “Meet me before your shift. At my apartment.” Dr. Tyson declared.

I greeted her sleepily. Frankie smiled up at me. “Hey to you too.” She looked as tired as me. Though she had reason to be when she had been working all night, and then been on the clean-up too. I had done the earlier shift, working from the afternoon through to early evening when the night shift started. That was my usual shift, other than the occasional later shift when they were short-staffed. I followed Frankie through to the small lounge area, which currently was doubling up as my bedroom, and she dropped to the sofa. “We had a certain handsome young man in the bar tonight, and he was looking for you.” She grinned at me, with a little wink.

All four of them snap their heads toward the walls. Callum’s voice drops into command. “It’s starting.” My stomach drops. “What’s starting?” Jaxon meets my gaze with something like awe and fear tangled together. “Your shift.” I swallow thickly. “But it’s—what time is it?” Seth glances at his watch. “Six-fifteen.” Six-fifteen. The shift isn’t until midnight. Rory’s voice softens. “It’s building early.” My heart pounds. “Is that normal?”