The Nurse Novels & Stories

Kit would not let this woman move forward any more. “And you are?” The nurse asked as she searched the room. Her eyes darting around and not making eye contact with Kit. Every alarm bell in Kit’s head was going off even more now. “The one who makes her medical decisions. Now please leave.” Kit said calmly as she took a half of step closer to the nurse. “You are not on her list of people.” The nurse said as she looked around some more as if there was another person in the room with them. Kit was not going to take her eyes off the woman in front of her.

I argued. "Take that back!" "What?" "She is just a nurse, take it back." "But she is a nurse." "You said it in a demeaning manner, Nathaniel. Nurses are also in the medical field. Being a nurse doesn't make them any less than a doctor. They do more than the doctors do and they are more familiar with patients and do you think this would be her first case of a sprained ankle? She knows what she is doing so don't go around talking like that." She was fuming. If this were some cartoon they would be smoke coming out of her head.

No one saw them except the nurse, who changed color and frowned at the sight of the couple. Ella noticed how the nurse, who had her hair and make-up was done especially made that day, reacted to what she saw. "She is getting on my nerves, I have to fire her immediately or else suffer, even more, she is into my man, and I will not tolerate that..." murmuring to herself as she observes the kids happily watching the infant who woke up when he heard the noises on his surroundings. Seeing unfamiliar faces, the infant cried, waiting to be rescued by his mother. The nurse quickly took the baby out of his

My chest heaved as tears stung the corners of my eyes. “I’m not supposed to be here!” I cried out, voice shaking. “Please! Somebody help me!” Nothing. I screamed again. Again. Again. The door finally creaked open with a slow groan. A figure stepped in. A nurse. She was tall, maybe in her thirties, her hair tucked neatly beneath a cap. Her scrubs were a pale, icy blue, and her expression, blank. But her eyes… Her eyes flicked toward me, and for a moment, just a heartbeat, I saw something there. Not pity. Not judgment.

Just as my feet meet the floor, A sharp pain spiral’s through my chest instantly making me recoil. “Arg!” I groan painfully while squeezing my chest. The nurse release a tired sigh and I catch her rolling her eyes dramatically which spite me up but I do nothing about it. I lay back on the bed in defeat and just allow the nurse do her thing. With my back properly laid on the bed, I face the ceiling while the nurse fix the drip back through my wrist vein. And once she’s done, she repeats the usual mantra. “Ring the bell on the bed once you need anything. Stay safe sir.” Her radiant smile doesn’t fal

The young nurse assigned to Cole is actively striking the young man in the face with his only true defense is to block the incoming blows. “Enough!” I bellow stopping her in her tracks. “What the hell is going on here?” “He’s combative and won’t let me do my work. I haven’t been able to do a thing with him all day.” I hear my boys walk into the room as she’s finishing her explanation. “Lucas, go to the desk just outside this room and have them call Dr. Christiansen. I want him down here now! You, what’s your name?” I point to the nurse who’s still standing beside Cole’s bed with her arms crossed.

Eventually, my eyes started to droop and I was falling asleep with his comforting voice as my lullaby. When I woke up, it was because of a nurse. She was all smiles and cheery attitude and I had to admit, it uplifted my spirits if only slightly. She was blonde like me, pretty, and young at twenty-five years old. She tells me about her eight month old daughter as she checked over my injuries. "The doctor will be by in an hour," she lets me know, helping me fix my hospital gown in place once she's finished. "I think you're going to be well enough to go home. That's some good news, right?"

I don’t even know how long I have been out, but I hear sudden movements from the door. “Who are you? W… What are you doing here? Stay away.” The trembling in the nurse’s voice is palpable, yet she stands her ground. The intruder scoffs, “Tsk! Do you think you have what it takes to stop me?”

Now she was bruised and broken, and I hated myself for not being able to protect her from this. The nurse slipped into the room, the door clicking softly shut behind her. She adjusted the IV bag with practised hands, the faint chemical scent of antiseptic drifting from her gloves. Then she bent to inject something else into the line, murmuring under her breath as if trying not to disturb the air itself. I rose halfway from the chair. “Nurse… is she going to be alright?” The woman looked at me, her eyes calm but firm. “She will be fine. Her body’s been through a lot, but the evacuation went smoothly. Right now, what she needs more than anything is rest.”

Even so, why would I want to be here? I take a deep breath as I continue to stand by the door. Just as I’m about to turn the door knob, a nurse stops me. “The patient is sleeping, ma’am.” the nurse says and I recognize her voice as the person I spoke with on the phone earlier. “Hi.” I say causally. The nurse is in a crisp white straight dress with a pair of flats. Her curly blonde hair is in a white nurse hat and both her hands her in her front pocket.