As A Nurse I Was Assigned To Treat The Woman Who Made My Teenage Years Miserable

I did the job every time. My documentation was precise, my care was appropriate, my manner was professional throughout. But there was a cost to it, a tax paid at the door of Room 304, and I paid it every shift.

I never told anyone I knew her. Not my charge nurse, not any of my colleagues, not even Marcus, who had noticed something was off and had started continue reading …