The Nurse Who Tried to Ruin Me

After collapsing at my desk from pulling a string of all-nighters, I dragged my exhausted body to the hospital.

The doctor wrote me a prescription for an IV drip, and I settled into the hospital bed, hoping to finally catch some sleep while the fluid did its work.

I’d just drifted off when a sharp voice jolted me awake.

“You can’t just fall asleep while you’re on a drip alone! What if something happens and no one’s watching?” Her tone was pure accusation.

I pointed to the IV alarm clipped to my arm. “I bought this,” I explained, my voice raspy. “It’ll beep when the bag is almost empty.”