You’re So Bold

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The beginnings of another night shift. I pulled the navy blue scrubs denoting me as Ward Sister over my head and attached my name-badge and watch. I was still getting used to the fact I was in charge of the ward. I couldn’t quite believe they’d promoted me. Or, as my friend Molly had exclaimed, “How the fuck did they give you the job?”Staff Nurse Molly Maguire was my oldest friend. We’d known each other for nearly twenty years, ever since a drunken night out when we were first-year nursing students. She’d been there for me, holding my hair back as I was sick after one too many Pernod and blacks and had counselled me through one disastrous break up after another. We weren’t lovers, and I’d never really considered myself bisexual, but Molly just seemed to know which buttons to press and on occasion when she didn’t have a boyfriend, Molly and I had ended up in bed together.The ward was starting to quiet down as the final visiting-time stragglers shuffled off, with promises of visiting again tomorrow ringing around the wards. I glanced at the large clock on the wall, time to make a tour of the rooms and politely send the hangers-on home.I entered one of the side rooms and there was only one bed occupied. A tired-looking man was lying in bed, listening to his wife. He turned his head and glanced at me, almost with a pitying expression on his face, as if to say, “Please, make her stop.”I cleared my throat which caused her to stop in mid-sentence.“I’m really sorry,” I said in a calm neutral voice, “But visiting time is over now and we have to do the nighttime meds round, so if you wouldn’t mind finishing up.”I smiled and backed out of the room, to give her privacy to finish up whatever needed to be said.As I was coming out kaçak iddaa of the final room in the ward, the woman passed and nodded a ‘goodnight nurse’ at me and pressed the door release and departed into the night.I walked back to the nurse’s station where Molly was preparing the meds trolley. Molly turned and smiled at me as I approached. She was pulling her long blonde hair back and wrapping a hairband around it to keep it out of her face. “Alright, Bernie, have you kicked everyone out then?”I giggled. “It’s Sister Bernadette to you, Staff Nurse Maguire.”She stuck her tongue out at me in response, then looked around.“Is there no one else on tonight?”“There’s just the two of us,” I told her as I finished loading the drugs trolley. “They’ve sent Anne up to the Paediatrics ward as we only have six patients tonight.” Molly pulled a face. “Odds on then we get an influx about two in the morning then, of ones sent up from Casualty.”I just shrugged. I might be Ward Sister but I had little control over what senior management could and would do. She grabbed the trolly and pushed it towards the first room. The pale blue scrubs all the nurses wore may not have been the sexiest outfit but they were much more comfortable than the starched tunics we used to wear. Even so, I couldn’t help admiring the curves of Molly’s ass as she wriggled it provocatively in front of me as she pushed the trolley.Since this was a general ward, the patients had various conditions but none were too serious. Our job at this stage of the evening was to do the bedtime obs; temperature and blood pressure, plus any specific tests and dispense any drugs according to their charts.The joking stopped once we entered the first room. We’d smile and laugh with kaçak bahis the patients but our purpose was to put them at ease and ensure they had the correct meds and tests done. Molly and I were an efficient pair and while Molly would test their temperature and check blood pressure, I’d check their chart and dispense the drugs.We entered the side room with the long-suffering husband in it and he smiled at me in recognition when we came in.“Okay, Mr.” I picked up his chart. “Mr. O’Donnell. David O’Donnell.” I scanned the chart.“Type one diabetic. Transferred from Casualty. Admitted with hyperglycemia. Blood sugar 31.9. He’s been given 10 units of insulin and attached to an insulin pump. To be kept under observation overnight. Hourly obs until BS normal and maintaining.”I looked at him.“How are you feeling now, David?”He shrugged. “I feel ok,” he eventually conceded.While Molly busied herself taking his temperature and blood pressure, I got the glucometer out to test his blood sugar. “Can I have your hand, please?”He held his hand out. “It’s been a while since someone as pretty as you held my hand.”I blushed slightly. “You’d better not let your wife hear you flirting with the nurses,” I mock scolded, smiling at him to show I wasn’t being too serious.He shrugged again.“I’m not married. That was my sister telling me off for not looking after myself and disrupting her plans.”I held his finger and pressed the button on the finger pricker to draw a drop of blood. He flinched slightly as the needle broke the skin. As I transferred the drop of blood to the meter, he explained that he was supposed to be looking after his sister’s daughter for the night while she and her husband went out.“Well, I’m sure she can go out another illegal bahis night. Your blood sugar is down to 14.3 now, so, still a bit high. We’ll be back in an hour to check it again. Can we get you anything else?”He shook his head. He was quite cute looking. I sneaked a glance at his date of birth to see how old he was. 1994. A slip of a lad. I looked again at the date of birth.“Hey, it’s your birthday tomorrow,” I exclaimed. “Let’s hope we can get you out in time.”He shrugged, eyes downcast.“No rush, it’s not like I have any plans or anything.”As Molly finished up, she butted in, “Well, one of us will be back in an hour so if you need anything, let us know.”Molly winked at me and pushed the trolley towards the door. I dropped his chart back in the pocket at the end of the bed and caught up with her to open the door.“What was that all about?” I challenged her once we were back in the corridor. She had a mischievous look on her face and I knew she was up to something. She shrugged and played dumb, merely muttering, “Nothing,” as she smiled and pushed the trolley to the next room, swaying her hips.No more was said until we got back to the station. “What was that about with Mr O’Donnell?”She grinned. “Well, he is rather cute and I did see you checking out his date of birth, so I presume you thought so too.”“No, Molly.” I figured a flat refusal would stop whatever notion she had in her head from blossoming into a full-on nutty idea.“Oh, go on, Bernie. It’s been ages since we did anything bold.”There it was. She’d said it. “Bold.”In some countries, bold can mean courageous or intrepid. In Ireland, it meant you were naughty and Molly Maguire was definitely Irish bold. “I’m a Sister now,” I hissed back at her. “I’m supposed to show leadership.”She bit her bottom lip. “Sister goody two shoes. Yes Sister, No Sister, of course not, Sister.” She did a mock curtsey then paused. “There’s no one here, Sister. There’s just us.”

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