Posted June 04, 2018 09:27:51I was a nurse, and the last thing I expected was to be on the floor of a hospital room, a nurse at the top of the list of nurses in the US.
A woman I knew had been raped and her unborn child had died.
I was horrified, and I couldn’t help but wonder if her child would have been saved had she had my support.
I did not want to give my life, but I could not let it go without making sure it happened to someone else.
A nurse, I am calling her Dr. Mary, and she had been at my hospital for almost two weeks.
She had been told the pregnancy was going to be terminated, and it was the final decision of the doctors at the hospital.
Dr. Roberta was in the ICU, which meant she had to stay in a wheelchair and needed constant nursing support.
The nurses in her unit were supportive, but there were a few nurses who were just as appalled.
We had been together for four weeks and I didn’t know how long I could keep going.
I wanted to help Dr. Barbara, the first nurse to die at a nursing facility.
I wanted to know what I could do to make sure this didn’t happen to another nurse, that it would not happen to anybody else.
I knew that Dr. Margaret, the other nurse, had been pregnant before she died, but she was too afraid to tell me.
We both have daughters, and my mother died in childbirth.
The next day, I drove out to Dr. Marcellus’ house in Brooklyn.
I went in and sat on the front porch, on the edge of the living room.
I heard a woman screaming and I turned around to see the woman on the porch.
I immediately went to the door.
I saw her lying there, bleeding from the neck.
The man on the other side of the door was lying in the street, wearing a mask and holding a rifle.
The woman was screaming for help.
The gunman shot her in the head and killed her.
I walked into the living area and the man was standing over her.
When I walked out, he shot me in the back.
I had been shot three times.
I could see my body lying on the ground, with my head down and a gunshot wound to my back.
The man was then shot and killed by a SWAT team.
I still didn’t understand why he had done that.
I just wanted to get to the hospital as quickly as possible.
I kept thinking about my daughter.
She was my second-oldest child, and we had just lost our youngest child, a baby girl, two months premature.
I started to cry.
I told Dr. Bobbi, the nurse who had been helping Dr. Barbara, and they gave me some medications to try to stop the bleeding.
They told me to stay at home, stay away from the house, stay with my daughter, but my daughter wanted to go to the ER.
I tried to calm her down and tell her to calm down.
She said that she was tired, she had just had a lot of fun, and that she had no other choice.
She didn’t want to come with me.
I wasn’t going to leave her alone, she said, and her tears stopped.
I drove back to the apartment and got in my car and drove back down to Brooklyn.
When I got back, I went to Dr, Bobbi’s apartment and we talked.
I asked Dr. Deborah what had happened.
She told me that she did not know how the SWAT team had killed Dr. Drago, the father of the baby girl.
I took her to the house.
I sat down with Dr. Bruce, the second nurse who was in Dr. Barbosa’s unit.
She explained to me that the man on her porch was the man who had shot her.
The SWAT team came out and they shot Dr.
Barbosa and Dr.
They then took Dr.
Bobbi and DrsBarbossos daughter away.
I stood there with tears in my eyes, and Dr Bobbi said, “Don’t worry about it.
They will get their revenge.”
I was very scared, and as soon as I heard the word revenge, I was like, “What?
They did that?”
I told them I was going into the hospital, and when I went into the ER, I saw Dr.barbara and DrBarbos daughter, and there was nothing they could do.
I ran out of the room.
Dr Bobbbi and I stayed together for two days and Dr Barbosa had to leave the hospital because of the bleeding and the shooting.
They said she would be discharged from the hospital the next day.
I still couldn’t believe that she would have to leave and I was sad that I had to tell my story