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She yanked open her bag, pulling out her phone with shaking fingers. “Who are you calling?” His voice was sharp, wary. “Someone who’ll tell me the truth,” she bit out, scrolling furiously. “Not you. Not Vivian’s venom. Someone who knows exactly what state Kyle’s in right now.” Her thumb hovered over the name—Eleanor Price. A nurse she’d worked with back at the hospital and if she remembered right, Eleanor had transferred into the neurology ward just last year. Monet pressed the dial, her breath shallow.

The rate of People who have medical issues is skyrocketing day by day. By the time I got to the room mom was admitted to, I found it empty. "Are you Mrs Brown's guardian?" I turned back to see a petite, black young woman who was dressed in nurse attire. I scrunched my brows up in confusion. I've never seen a black woman attend to mom before. The hospital ought to notify me if they change nurses or doctors attending to her. She must have sensed the confusion on my face. "I'm nurse Wren. " She introduced me, but I was too tired to even return the smile. If I force , I might even break down right now. I think she also understands that she didn't force it and dive right into why she called me.

Becky commanded and her mom hurriedly rushed out. "Here I am my love, how are you feeling? " The female thick nurse asked Becky as she came in and Becky gestured for her to come closer. The nurse bent her ear closer to her ear, "Please I don't wanna see these two people here! Especially the man!" The nurse lifted up her head and looked up at her with a surprised look.

“It astonishes me how you have a clear memory. Will you allow me to call her myself? That nurse almost drove me crazy by calling and leaving me on suspense about why she needed me here. Didn't even identify herself. I think that’s uncourteous and unprofessional.” “Do these ‘sober’ nurses follow work ethics and code of conduct these days?” He gave me Pennina’s number and I called her straight away. I found out that the nurse had not yet spoken to her, and she was planning to travel after she heard the news of the hospital’s attack on radio. I informed her that she needed not to worry as Pastor Anthony was among the survivors and was back on treatment at Port Victoria.

… At the hospital near the Henderson estate, a doctor examined Beverly's wound and determined it was deep enough to require stitches. In the treatment room, Kyle frowned at a young nurse. "Why is a nurse doing the suturing? Where's the doctor?" The nurse, Gina Mullen, furrowed her brows. "My suturing technique is the best in our department. If you're not happy with me doing it, I can have someone else take over." Just then, the door swung open. Evan walked in with a man in a tailored suit. "Bev, this is the surgeon I brought in. Let him stitch up the wound for you. He won't leave a scar."

Mia, Betsy, and I stood there, eagerly waiting for the nurse to say something—anything. “The patient?” she asked. “No, a fucking goat! Do you treat those here?” I snapped, frustration and fear twisting into pure rage. The nurse stiffened but kept her voice even. “Ma’am, I need you to calm down.” Mia quickly stepped in. “I’m very sorry, but we’re looking for Bella Carter. She is my daughter and I just got a call that she was brought in now.” The nurse took a deep breath before she spoke again. “She is currently in the emergency room.” She pointed down the hall. “But—”

The nurse narrowed her eyes at Brian and said, "Now, now, I think I know what I'm doing. Oh, and remind me to give you a healthy eating brochure on your way out, mmkay?" I frowned at the nurse. She didn't have to be so mean to Brian. Sure, he was on the tubby side, but he made a wicked role playing guy for when we acted out scenes from our favourite comics. The nurse looked at her wrist and said, "You boys might want to gather your things from the locker room. The bell is going to ring in—"

The second I walked inside her room, the nurse who was cushioning Bella looked up , she smiled at me and whispered “ give me just a few minutes , alright ?” The nurse was fairly understanding and she was the one who was on shift when I was begging Bella to wake the fuck up on my knees , so she was completely understanding of my need to see Bella whenever I wanted ,or how long I wanted . She shushed me with her finger before slipping out of the room , and the second she was gone - I crawled on Bella ‘s bed and cradled her head against me .

"What hole did I get myself into, God?" She was dead tired; yesterday's shift felt like a marathon. She needed three things: strong coffee, ibuprofen, and a bed. She stopped at the only pharmacy in town, "Good Remedy." The attendant, a young woman with a face like she'd seen too much, recognized her right away. "You're the new nurse, right? The one who dealt with Ethan Callahan?" she asked, ringing up the ibuprofen. "Brave. Or crazy. Folks here say even the devil's afraid of him with a headache."

She then turns around and takes the equipment outside after telling Bella not to move much. Actually, the nurse really wanted to ask how Bella got a gunshot wound like that. But this can only be buried in hers heart because she feels it is privacy. Maybe Bella is one of the victims of the gunshot and run that often happens in this city. There was nothing she did other than just treat and check on Bella's condition according to the orders she got from the doctor. . . . The sound of the door opening made Bella look away from the IV tube that was delivering resuscitation fluid into her body through her veins.