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The Master and His Nursemaid
Chapter 1.b
Deep in thought she barely noticed Dr. B’s arrival.
“Good morning!” exclaimed Dr. B as he started to remove his gloves. He then went to wash his hands at the sink. “Morning.” Replied A. She started to blush. Dr. B was the most handsome doctor in all the hospital. All the day shift nurses practically swooned in his presence. He looked like one of those overly handsome tv doctors in those soap opera shows. If there was ever a doctor who can save lives and look good doing it, it was Dr. B.
Many times A. fantasized about Dr. B just grabbing her in a secluded area. Only to make sweet love to her. There was something in his smile. His light blue eyes, his blonde hair. The way his chiseled body still shown in scrubs. The confident demeanor as well as his stoicism in the face of chaos. Just turned A. on. She blushed and found herself bumbling when he entered a room. Yet somehow by the grace of what ever higher being she was still able to compose herself to work.
She perceived he felt someway about her too. Out of a whole station of nurses she was the only one he said good morning to. If he needed a nurse to work on an operation he asked her first. Sometime she thought he was undressing her with eyes even.
She turned and smiled toward him. It doesn’t matter if the world ended. If he was working with her she can get through anything.
“So how is our last patient today?” she inquired “Has he came to yet?”
“No not yet. Vitals seem normal. I don’t believe he's comatose I stitched him up. Though we might want to start an IV for pain management.” He replied, “Don’t suppose you can do that? The other nurses are tied up.”
“Why but of course!” she replied cheerily, she got up and went to the supply closet. She hummed a light tune as she gathered the supplies to set up an IV. Then she went into the room where the motorcycle victim was held.
She went to the counter as she prepped everything. She then turned around and dropped the needle. Her mouth was agape. It was him J. Why was he here?
There her ex lay, his head wrapped in bandages. He was the victim of the accident. She blinked once. She blinked twice. No her eyes weren’t failing her. She pinched herself. No it wasn’t a dream. Slowly quietly she approached. She gently touched him with her gloved hand. Yes it was definitely real.
Well it didn’t matter at least for now. She had a job to do she noticed the needle was on the floor. Quietly as a mouse she picked it up an discarded it in the sharps bin.
She returned to the closet and got a new needle. Then she checked the charts again. Dr. B ordered one morphine shot for the patient. She went to the area where the drugs were kept and got it. The finally she returned to J. He was still out cold. Quietly she got the stool in the room as she prepped for the IV. Gently she started by cleansing his arm. The alcohol pad stung her nose. The she got the rubber tourniquet; she always felt uncomfortable doing this. It wasn’t...
Deep in thought she barely noticed Dr. B’s arrival.
“Good morning!” exclaimed Dr. B as he started to remove his gloves. He then went to wash his hands at the sink. “Morning.” Replied A. She started to blush. Dr. B was the most handsome doctor in all the hospital. All the day shift nurses practically swooned in his presence. He looked like one of those overly handsome tv doctors in those soap opera shows. If there was ever a doctor who can save lives and look good doing it, it was Dr. B.
Many times A. fantasized about Dr. B just grabbing her in a secluded area. Only to make sweet love to her. There was something in his smile. His light blue eyes, his blonde hair. The way his chiseled body still shown in scrubs. The confident demeanor as well as his stoicism in the face of chaos. Just turned A. on. She blushed and found herself bumbling when he entered a room. Yet somehow by the grace of what ever higher being she was still able to compose herself to work.
She perceived he felt someway about her too. Out of a whole station of nurses she was the only one he said good morning to. If he needed a nurse to work on an operation he asked her first. Sometime she thought he was undressing her with eyes even.
She turned and smiled toward him. It doesn’t matter if the world ended. If he was working with her she can get through anything.
“So how is our last patient today?” she inquired “Has he came to yet?”
“No not yet. Vitals seem normal. I don’t believe he's comatose I stitched him up. Though we might want to start an IV for pain management.” He replied, “Don’t suppose you can do that? The other nurses are tied up.”
“Why but of course!” she replied cheerily, she got up and went to the supply closet. She hummed a light tune as she gathered the supplies to set up an IV. Then she went into the room where the motorcycle victim was held.
She went to the counter as she prepped everything. She then turned around and dropped the needle. Her mouth was agape. It was him J. Why was he here?
There her ex lay, his head wrapped in bandages. He was the victim of the accident. She blinked once. She blinked twice. No her eyes weren’t failing her. She pinched herself. No it wasn’t a dream. Slowly quietly she approached. She gently touched him with her gloved hand. Yes it was definitely real.
Well it didn’t matter at least for now. She had a job to do she noticed the needle was on the floor. Quietly as a mouse she picked it up an discarded it in the sharps bin.
She returned to the closet and got a new needle. Then she checked the charts again. Dr. B ordered one morphine shot for the patient. She went to the area where the drugs were kept and got it. The finally she returned to J. He was still out cold. Quietly she got the stool in the room as she prepped for the IV. Gently she started by cleansing his arm. The alcohol pad stung her nose. The she got the rubber tourniquet; she always felt uncomfortable doing this. It wasn’t...
