Your protagonist is a nurse who finds a misplaced letter written by a terminally ill patient.
Do the contents of the letter influence the nurse's actions?
I probably shouldn’t be reading this—
Was my first thought when I found the paper stuffed inbetween the vintage New Testament I had found under the tiles in the Westmont’s Hospital cleaning closet. It was an odd find—I was returning a mop accidentally left out by the janitor and had seen the tile sticking up. Before I knew it I was sitting in the palely lit closet on my knees carefully unfolding ...
Bedtime was 10 pm. It had always been 10 pm. Like manu, i am a creature of habit, at 9 pm I would slip into my pajamas, let my dog Shadow out, make a p b and j sandwich and lay in bed listening to podcasts until i drifted off. Until last night when something strange happened. I had gotten a new job, working 7 a m till 4 p m driving forklift at the warehouse a couple blocks over. My body was adjust...
I needed a job bad, i needed smackers. I fired up microsoft word and opened my resume. I changed my name to Elon Musk and edited my job experience to say i had been a nurse for 600 years and that i single handedly cured the bubonic plague. I said my hobbies included saving the world and inventing new medicines and occasionally fist fighting germs. A local nursing home was thrilled to have Elon Mus...
“Please, just kill me.”
The wooden desk was always empty near his bedside. He never put water or food on that side of her bed. Sun would shine in from the nearby window and illuminate dust, sun panes, and shadows, but there was never any object. A plant would probably do well there, Nurse Bianchi had thought more than once. That was why she knew that the letter wasn’t there before, and was there...
It’s almost three in the morning. Only one hour until I can clock out.
In the break room, I leafed through all of my patient’s files. As I did so, I could barely keep my eyes open. Fatigue drained all the energy from my body. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t have enough money to buy an energy bar from the vending machines. I must push through the remaining minutes of my shift as I read through the ...
Everything changed that day. I’d say it was the start of both our lives, but Liliana’s life . . . She never really had a start. Just the horrible truth that the end could be any day.
Like every perfect story, the day started out . . . Terrible.
“Adrain!” Mom’s quiet knock makes my heart stop. I thought she was still at work. If I’d known she was going to be here then I wouldn’t have slammed the...
Mother always brought me with her to visit the terminally ill patients. Even though it’s just because she’s a nurse and needs to work late, so she brings me. I still seem to think it’s because of something else.
My mental health. Anxiety is one of the monsters I’m battling. And my social abilities . . . Let’s just say I’ve never really connected with someone.
“Adrian!” Mother calls to me.
“Let’s see..I need to find room 739..clean it..then- wait, wasn’t..” I whisper to myself in realization.
I stop in-front of the room, staring blankly at the still partially decorated room.
I then get to cleaning, taking the posters down, and a few other things. Once it was done, I take out the note I had found.
It read in neat handwriting
“If you’re finding this, it means something happened...
Sally walked into the Cancer ward heading in to see her favourite patient, this was something she done out of love, she had come to really care about this lovely young man, she knew this wasn’t part of her duties, but visiting him during her breaks uplifted her day as well as his.
Hello Bob, how are you doing today?
let me fluff up your pillows, Bob tried to smile at her, she wanted to bring a li...
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