The Nurse's Room: A Narrative Fiction

hesitation settles in her bones as she reaches for the handle on her door. she knows for certain it wasn’t the high-class, pretentious woman with a sketchy husband from earlier, but that’s just it: she doesn’t know who it is. gripping the handle harshly ( careful, jessica. don’t want to pull it out of its fixture ), she opens it enough to slip half her body through to stare down her visitor .... claire. “ oh, it’s you. ” lacking excitement, but she’s sure she sounds relieved. though, she hasn’t the idea why the nurse would be visiting her without notice. is she checking up on her ? hilarious. “ if you’ve come by to make sure i’m drinking enough water .... i am. promise. ” the occasional ice cubes in whiskey counts, right ?

hesitation settles in her bones as she reaches for the handle on her door. she knows for certain it wasn’t the high-class, pretentious woman with a sketchy husband from earlier, but that’s just it: she doesn’t know who it is. gripping the handle harshly ( careful, jessica. don’t want to pull it out of its fixture ), she opens it enough to slip half her body through to stare down her visitor .... claire. “ oh, it’s you. ” lacking excitement, but she’s sure she sounds relieved. though, she hasn’t
she knows for certain it wasn’t the high-class, pretentious woman with a sketchy husband from earlier, but that’s just it: she doesn’t know who it is. gripping the handle harshly ( careful, jessica. don’t want to pull it out of its fixture ), she opens it enough to slip half her body through to stare down her visitor .... claire. “ oh, it’s you. ” lacking excitement, but she’s sure she sounds relieved. though, she hasn’t the idea why the nurse would be visiting her without notice. is she checking up on her ? hilarious. “ if you’ve come by to make sure i’m drinking enough water .... i am. promise. ” the occasional ice cubes in whiskey counts, right