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took me right out of my charting. For the most part, the day had been uneventful. I'd learned some names and became somewhat acquainted with routines and temperaments throughout the first half of my twelve hour shift. Nothing was at all out of the ordinary until Nubbin started yelling bloody murder.
“Help! Help! Someone get in here now!” Nubbin screamed.
I nearly tripped over Jeb as he pushed his cart down the walkway toward the exit doors.
Tina and Sarah ran into Nubbin's room behind me.
Nubbin stopped yelling as soon as he had all three of us in his view. “What took you so long, Nova?”
“Nova?” Tina looked at me, confusion in her eyes.
He clarified things for her. “I know her name. I just don't see the point in using it all the time. It's too long, if you ask me. I need something to eat. I'm losing weight here.”
I had to give him credit. Nubbin sure knew how to lure the ladies. As soon as my heart rate returned to a normal rate, I promised myself to laugh about this moment, but since I didn't see any chance of that happening soon, I had to make a quick mental note.
Tina asked, “Would you like some pudding, Nubbin? I think we have banana pudding in the kitchenette.”
“No, not pudding. I want a burrito. Run on down to Juanita's Cantina and get me a beef and bean burrito.” Nubbin started digging in his pocket for his wallet.
I had to intervene. “Nubbin, the roads are probably pretty difficult to get through with all the snow. Looks like we have a bonafide blizzard outside.” I opened the curtains to let him see. That was enough to cause a temporary distraction, while I sent Tina to the kitchenette to see if she could whip up a burrito for him with the items we had on hand.
Nubbin's focused turned to the snow storm. I sat down next to him to shoot the breeze for a few minutes, since I'd not had much opportunity to interact with him all day long.
After Tina cleared the room, Nubbin whispered, “He was murdered, you know?”
I thought that I hadn't heard him right. Clearly, we'd all been under a lot of stress. It was only natural that the residents would be suffering from symptoms of stress too.
Poor Betty spent the morning crying over her loss until I was finally able to get a doctor's order to give her something to help her sleep. She slept quietly in her room for the time being.
I hoped that by not responding to Nubbin's remark that he'd move on to another subject, but that didn't happen.
“Did you hear me? Someone murdered him. He didn't just die. He may not have been my favorite, but he sure as molasses didn't die of natural causes. If you ask me, she killed him. It's been a long time coming.”
My curiosity was piqued. “Who killed him, Nubbin?”
Tina returned to the room, holding an egg and cheese burrito on a plate in her hand.
“One burrito for one very special man.” Tina announced, placing the plate down on the nightstand next to Nubbin's wheelchair.
“What's this?” Nubbin examined the contents of the plate as if they were foreign objects. “Is this some kind of burrito?”
I answered, “Yes, just what you asked for.”
“I don't like burritos.” He shoved the plate away from him. “What are you doing? Trying to fatten me up?”
I wanted to ask Nubbin more questions, but his mind had already wandered and we had an audience. I liked Tina, but I wasn't quite sure if I could trust her yet. Right now, I was still a newbie that no one wanted around and I had no friend in sight.
“What's with the long face, Corsica? Someone put salt in your coffee?” Nubbin asked as I excused myself to return to my paperwork.
I turned my head back to answer. “No, I'm fine. I have to go finish up some things. You call me if you need anything, Nubbin. I'll be just right there.” I pointed to the nursing office, but Nubbin had already stopped paying attention and was nibbling on
“Help! Help! Someone get in here now!” Nubbin screamed.
I nearly tripped over Jeb as he pushed his cart down the walkway toward the exit doors.
Tina and Sarah ran into Nubbin's room behind me.
Nubbin stopped yelling as soon as he had all three of us in his view. “What took you so long, Nova?”
“Nova?” Tina looked at me, confusion in her eyes.
He clarified things for her. “I know her name. I just don't see the point in using it all the time. It's too long, if you ask me. I need something to eat. I'm losing weight here.”
I had to give him credit. Nubbin sure knew how to lure the ladies. As soon as my heart rate returned to a normal rate, I promised myself to laugh about this moment, but since I didn't see any chance of that happening soon, I had to make a quick mental note.
Tina asked, “Would you like some pudding, Nubbin? I think we have banana pudding in the kitchenette.”
“No, not pudding. I want a burrito. Run on down to Juanita's Cantina and get me a beef and bean burrito.” Nubbin started digging in his pocket for his wallet.
I had to intervene. “Nubbin, the roads are probably pretty difficult to get through with all the snow. Looks like we have a bonafide blizzard outside.” I opened the curtains to let him see. That was enough to cause a temporary distraction, while I sent Tina to the kitchenette to see if she could whip up a burrito for him with the items we had on hand.
Nubbin's focused turned to the snow storm. I sat down next to him to shoot the breeze for a few minutes, since I'd not had much opportunity to interact with him all day long.
After Tina cleared the room, Nubbin whispered, “He was murdered, you know?”
I thought that I hadn't heard him right. Clearly, we'd all been under a lot of stress. It was only natural that the residents would be suffering from symptoms of stress too.
Poor Betty spent the morning crying over her loss until I was finally able to get a doctor's order to give her something to help her sleep. She slept quietly in her room for the time being.
I hoped that by not responding to Nubbin's remark that he'd move on to another subject, but that didn't happen.
“Did you hear me? Someone murdered him. He didn't just die. He may not have been my favorite, but he sure as molasses didn't die of natural causes. If you ask me, she killed him. It's been a long time coming.”
My curiosity was piqued. “Who killed him, Nubbin?”
Tina returned to the room, holding an egg and cheese burrito on a plate in her hand.
“One burrito for one very special man.” Tina announced, placing the plate down on the nightstand next to Nubbin's wheelchair.
“What's this?” Nubbin examined the contents of the plate as if they were foreign objects. “Is this some kind of burrito?”
I answered, “Yes, just what you asked for.”
“I don't like burritos.” He shoved the plate away from him. “What are you doing? Trying to fatten me up?”
I wanted to ask Nubbin more questions, but his mind had already wandered and we had an audience. I liked Tina, but I wasn't quite sure if I could trust her yet. Right now, I was still a newbie that no one wanted around and I had no friend in sight.
“What's with the long face, Corsica? Someone put salt in your coffee?” Nubbin asked as I excused myself to return to my paperwork.
I turned my head back to answer. “No, I'm fine. I have to go finish up some things. You call me if you need anything, Nubbin. I'll be just right there.” I pointed to the nursing office, but Nubbin had already stopped paying attention and was nibbling on
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