The Nurse Novels & Stories

It took four male nurses to restrain Grey from beating up a doctor when he opted to unplug the life support two days after. "Good morning Mr Grey!" Hannah the day nurse filled the room with her lively spirit. Her hand holding a bowl with soap and towels to her waist. "Morning Hannah is it time for her bath!?" Grey turned to her hoping to avoid a lecture. Hannah had been he's nurse when he was in that same bed, she held a happy spirit behind hospital scrubs and a dome of red hair. She had an angelic smile but Grey knew she can turn berserk in a split of a second.

She groaned. I worked at one of the hugest trauma centers in New York City as a trauma nurse.Which means that luckily for me, I got to deal with all the fun things like people getting shot, car accidents, drug overdoses. Not fun for the people experiencing these problems but for me, it was entertaining and fun. Fun to see these people get better, fun to tend to people’s wounds. I think I had a natural calling for nursing. Or maybe it was because my mother was a nurse, and this was the only way I could feel connected with her.

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

A young nurse in a pale blue uniform looked up from her computer screen, offering a professional, tired smile. "Good afternoon, ma'am. How can I help you today?" the nurse asked softly. I leaned against the counter, letting my shoulders drop slightly and pulling my hands from my pockets. I squeezed my fingers together, letting a small, anxious tremble show in my hands as I looked at her with wide, worried eyes.

"What about the nurse? I haven't seen her since I woke up." "Oh, my Mom.She's gone back to the hospital, she's on night shift. I have little knowledge about nursing so I'm here to help out and besides, you have no complications. You only need enough rest and another drip by day time." "The nurse is your mother?" Denise asked. "Yeah. She came as soon as I sent for her. She specialises in midwifery." "Thank you so much for this, Kelly. I will settle her as soon as I get back on my feet." Denise said and Cyrus laughed.

I was asking myself the questions but got no response. "Hey! Were you sent to execute me?" He screamed I bent down to his level and return the smirks "I knew you were pretending! Get your ass up!" I smirked "Are you that dumb? Thought you were smart! You would have glimpsed that I wasn't playing around." He groaned and shouted at the same time I help him up and continue the journey to the infirmary. The nurse that we first met was a young lady in her early twenties if I guessed Right. She started adjusting her dress as she spotted Ryan.

"You are in good hands here, Nora. Try to get some sleep. I will be back to check on you this evening." Watching him leave, a tiny fraction of the tension finally left my shoulders. At least someone in this damn pack actually treated me like a human being. Closing my eyes, I drifted in and out of a drug-induced haze for what felt like hours. The soft squeak of rubber shoes on linoleum woke me up. A young, pretty nurse walked into the room. She had bright blonde hair tied back in a neat ponytail and carried a fresh IV bag. "Hello there, sweetheart," she chimed, her voice sickly sweet. "Just time to change your fluids. How are we feeling?"

I managed to whisper, my voice thick with emotion. With a final squeeze of my hands, Diana released me, her gaze steady on mine "Tell him we're all waiting for him" she said, her voice choked with emotion "Tell him he needs to come back to us" The nurse, a kind woman with soft eyes behind her protective glasses, helped me dress in the sterile gown, head cover, and mask. Her hands were efficient and gentle, each movement a testament to her years of experience. Once I was fully covered, she opened the door to the ICU room for me, her eyes filled with a compassion that was both comforting and heartbreaking.

If Nathan were here, he’d be running around, coaxing Evans and trying to distract him from the pain, but since he wasn’t here, Evans braved the pain and endured it till the nurse was done, but at that time, he was sweating really badly, and his hospital shirt was soaked. The nurse looked at his soaked shirt, then frowned, “We can’t let you wear that soaked shirt. How about I clean you up?” She asked, and didn’t even blush. She was a nurse and didn’t really think much about this. To her, Evans is a patient, and her work is to care about him and not let him fall sick again, but if the nurse knew she

"Have your rest or whatever, but please make sure to answer right away if I call, are we clear?" "Yes, sir," the nurse replied courteously. She could never find it in her heart to be rude to any one of these people in this house. From the elder couple, Don Carlo and Angela, to this young couple, Aleah and Denny, the nurse could clearly feel the natural flow of respect and love for one another that she is so happy to be surrounded by them, even if she is here to assist a patient, a pregnant patient. Who wouldn't be glad when she is provided with a place to stay for free while her salary is also admirable, although she is consider