Writing Prompt

I always wanted to save people.

Save them in ways they could never imagine.

Flying from rooftop to rooftop, punching and thrashing at a villian.

Pushing a syringe into my elderly patient had to do.

He was nice enough, always using manners and making me smile. He was a bright spot in my day, the patient I looked forward to see.

But I was never prepared for the days I would dread visiting him.

...

4am just hit, my feet are sore, my eyes are heavy and all I want is my bed. I have one last set of meds to pass before my shift ends and I can already hear three of my patients hollering my name. “My back hurts, I need my pain medicine!” “I need more ice for my cup!” “I cant find my call light.” It never stops, sometimes, I dont understand why I chose this job. I never dreamed of becoming a nurse....

**December 24th, 1963**

The beeping of the heart monitor filled the room, each pulse louder than the last, like a drumbeat that couldn’t be ignored. I stood by the bed, syringe in hand, my breath shallow, my heart racing. The patient’s condition had deteriorated so quickly—one moment they were stable, the next, it felt like everything was slipping through my fingers. The seconds were slipping by ...

Another 12 hour night shift done. Another patient too young to leave the living world. He was an addict, he unfortunately ended up with an infection from a syringe that had already been used. He was only 21. When he came in, his heartbeat was continuously slowing down, I gave him CPR for 2 minutes, switched with Mary for the next 2, and then back to me. But we lost him. I wish I had to opportunity...

12/6/2024

Diary of Winnie Park

Today was… rough. I’m not so sure if choosing pediatric oncology nursing was such a great idea anymore. The pay was great and as morbid as it sounds the patients were just about the sweetest people you could ever meet. After today though, i’m not so sure i’m cut out for this job.

I can’t believe i even have to write this but Ollie Turner, that sweet little six year...

Saw patient she was ill weak

Checked doctors notes

Used syringe to get blood sample

Heart beat was abnormal but stable

Suddenly it stopped

I injected ccc of Andrenline to start it up

Again and again and the heart rate stabilised

Cautiously I waited and saddened to say I was lost for words as to what happened...

I tried as hard as I could. Truthfully, I did. When the syringe punctured his skin, though, I knew it was too late. The needle just didn’t go in right. It feels weird to say - to write - but, the needle hesitated as if his skin were steel. Of course, it eventually went in, but I knew something was off. His eyes lolled from side to side. His tongue hung out of dried lips. A few seconds later, the s...

I hand the doctor a syringe, give the kid a sucker, and walk the parents to the door. I honestly thought nursing would be more exciting, but three months into the job and I'm already bored with my routine, Syringe, sucker, door, repeat. Most of the time when I'm not assisting a docotor to preform standard checkups, I end up wandering the halls. Usually this leads me to the natal wing. I wish I cou...

January 8th, 1982

Today I dropped a syringe. I know in retrospect it does not seem like a grand deal. One would imagine that it is a regular occurrence that patients would expect to happen in our care.

God, it is all my fault, and I can never forgive myself nor find salvation in you. But I cannot tell another soul, there is too much riding on this path for me. I thought that it would be easier to ...

Flowers don’t bloom in the arctic

But we both knew that

I knew it since you iced me out

I knew it since you tried to bloom in the winter

I knew it since you tried preserving the old

But you wanted the new so you let go

It feels like it’s been forever since the fall

Since I saw the beauty of your petals in the sun

But now they’ve frosted over

Your soft glances turned into aversion

You can’t look a...