Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse. Lily Harlem

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      ‘He’s dead.’

      ‘Ah shit, another one?’

      ‘Yep, bless him, it was peaceful, though.’

      ‘That’s the third this week, isn’t it?’

      ‘Yeah, so that should be us done for a while now; they come in threes.’

      The two staff nurses talking over a body in sideward six were hunched forward, with shadows spreading out behind them. A tap dripped in the corner, a musty smell hung in the air, and the wind rattled past the lead-paned window.

      I stepped closer and cleared my throat.

      They both turned.

      ‘Sharon, are you here for us?’ Annie asked with a smile. Her auburn hair, roughly pinned in a bun, wobbled as she spoke.

      ‘Yes. Please say you’re expecting me. I’m fed up of being passed from pillar to post this week.’

      ‘Too right we are. We’re so short here tonight, and now this, another trip to Rose Cottage.’

      I fastened my fob watch onto my uniform, just over my left breast. ‘I’ll go.’

      She widened her eyes. ‘Are you sure? It’s bloody awful out there.’

      I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. I never refused a trip to the mortuary – or Rose Cottage as it was known, so as not to offend delicate dispositions. ‘Yeah, whatever, I’m here to help out and I’ve got a coat.’

      She glanced at her colleague, pulled down the edges of her mouth, then looked back at me. ‘Cheers then, that’s great.’

      Her colleague, whom I didn’t know, but had Staff Nurse Nancy Tinkard written on a brass badge, tugged the sheet over the slackly wrinkled face on the bed, covering the unseeing, half-open eyes but leaving a tuft of grey hair sticking out. She reached up and turned off the saline drip. ‘We’ll give it the usual hour of respect before we come back in here then,’ she said.

      ‘Do you have a report card I can use?’ I asked.

      ‘Sure, I’ll get you one.’ Tinkard opened the window the tiniest crack, and a hiss of wind whistled in. She then stepped past me and out of the sideward.

      I followed her up the dimly lit ward, a rise of anticipation growing in my belly and my pulse picking up a notch. Rose Cottage always meant a few minutes’ fun on an otherwise dull night. It wasn’t The Ritz and they didn’t bother with home comforts like mattresses and pillows for their guests, but hey, I could cope.

      ‘Have you just joined the hospital?’ I asked.

      ‘Yeah, moved up from Sheffield to live with my boyfriend in Skipton,’ she said over her shoulder.

      ‘Enjoying it?’

      ‘It’s OK, apart from the fact it’s nearly ten and the house officers haven’t been round yet.’

      ‘I know, makes you wonder what they teach the junior doctors these days.’ I suppressed a laugh. Here ten would be early for house officers to make their final rounds. She must have been spoilt with eager, efficient doctors wherever she’d worked before.

      We sat at a long white desk with a hidden artificial light shining from a plinth above onto the surface.

      ‘Here you go,’ she said, ‘we have a full house, well, apart from Mr Parslow’s bed when he’s gone.’ She passed me a sheet of paper with every resident on the geriatric ward, named, aged and diagnosed. ‘Then we’ll have one, for emergencies, but Heathcliff Ward have three empty, so if Iceberg, or whatever you lot call senior night nurse Lisa Stanton rings, be sure to tell her how busy we are here.’

      ‘Absolutely.’ I glanced down the list. There was no patient less than eighty-four and no one for resuscitation should they decide to stop breathing or their heart gave up.

      Footsteps caught my attention, the sharp click of heavy leather soles taking long strides on linoleum flooring.

      ‘Hey, ladies, how are you doing?’

      ‘Hi, Carl.’ I grinned. ‘Why are you out of your surgical hole?’

      He set his hands on the desk, stooped, and his red stethoscope swung from around his neck. ‘Covering for sickness,’ he said with a shrug.

      ‘About time you got here.’ Tinkard slapped several drug charts on the table next to his fingers. ‘We’ve got drugs to be written up, three warfarins, and now there’s one to pronounce too, in sideward six.’

      Carl tugged his gaze from mine and flashed her one of his most charming smiles. ‘I’m really sorry. It’s been hell in A&E all afternoon and then I had to assist in surgery. Got to do the day job on top of the extra-curricular care-of-the-elderly fun.’

      Tinkard tutted. ‘Well, what am I supposed to do now? Wake up my patients to take evening medication?’

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