Newsies OneShots

Nurse Polk- Davey

Davey trudged through the hallways miserably. His destination was just around the corner, yet it felt like he'd have to walk across the school.

He finally stopped at the nurse's office, a place he'd heard so much about. He was in one of his elective classes, where someone else went to the nurse, and his classmates began to tell stories about how the nurse turns you away when you have a fever.

That doesn't sound right; she's the nurse.

He stood at the door, waiting for the nurse to finish her call....on her personal phone.

What? Davey thought, as he bit his lip under his mask. Why is she on her personal phone?

The nurse finished and adjusted her mask. "Hello. What can I do for you?"

She doesn't seem so bad. "I'm not feeling well."

"Well, do you need me to call someone?" Davey gave a somewhat audible "Yes, ma'am", still standing by the door. The nurse nodded her head and began grabbing at two sheets of paper. "What's your name?"

"Davey Ja-" The nurse interrupted him, muttering something that sounded like "What?", so Davey tried again.

"Davey Jaco-"

"Wait", the nurse sneered much louder, giving a pointed look to Davey's face. She seemed like Davey was getting on her nerves.

"Oh", Davey nodded. "Sorry." He adjusted his stance and sniffled, though nothing happened.

That was a bit rude. The attitude certainly is unnecessary.

"Davey?" The nurse stretched out his name.

"Jacobs. J-A-C-O-B-S", Davey recited, his voice nasally and his throat scratchy.

"What's wrong with you, Davey?"

"My stomach and my throat", Davey answered, having already thought out what he was going to say. It's not that he was planning to lie, per say, but more to shorten the list a bit. You try telling someone- much less, the nurse of a high school- that you know you have a cold during a pandemic.

"Okay", the nurse checked off the paper. "Well, let's check your temperature."

She stood up and made her way towards Davey, placing the gun-like thermometer on the taller's forehead. They heard the beep, and Nurse Polk removed the thermometer.

"Well, you don't have a temperature", she muttered, making her way back to her desk.

Yeah, I know, the bookish newsie thought. I have a cold.

"Do you have a number?" The nurse looked up through her glasses, causing Davey to shift uncomfortably. He didn't like being under her stare.

"Uh, yes", he answered, giving her his mom's phone number, careful to take pauses between the digits.

The nurse picked up the phone and waited, but bupkis. "Hi, Mrs. Jacobs. This is Nurse Polk at The World's High School. I was calling because Davey wasn't feeling well. Please call me back at this number."

Davey stood there, wondering why his mom didn't pick up. "Well, Dave, I wonder why your mom didn't pick up. Does she work?"

What kind of question- "Yes, ma'am."

"Where does she work?"

Why? "Oh, she works at- Uh."

Davey was running out of time. He wanted to give the nurse an answer, but at the same time he didn't. Not to mention, shouldn't all of this be in my contact lists?

Nurse Polk waited. "You don't know where your mom works?"

"I-I do. I just forgot." Davey didn't like lying, but that did seem like a bit of a weird question. Maybe he should just tell her. I mean what could go wrong-

The nurse picked up the phone again. "Hello, Mrs. Jacobs. I have Davey here and he's waiting for you to come get him. He wasn't feeling well. Alright. Bye-bye."

Davey stood there awkwardly, waiting for the nurse to invite him in to sit and wait for his mom.

"Well, let's get you to the isolation room", the nurse got up from her desk again, walking around the large table and to the door, where Davey was backing up.

Isolation room? Since when did this school have an isolation room? Three years here, and I still know absolutely nothing.

"Back up, Davey", Nurse Polk seethed again, looking pointedly at the lanky kid. Davey backed up faster and uttered an apology.

And we're back to rude. Davey followed her to the room he'd seen so many times passing through the halls. Really thought we were making progress here.

"Just sit in that chair by the wall", the nurse pointed. "I'll come get you when your mom comes."

Davey walked into the room, noting how the nurse backed up as he passed by her. He made his way to the wall the chair rested on, and sat down. "Thank you."

"You're welcome", the nurse responded before leaving him with his thoughts, the door wide open.

Why would she leave the door open?

He sat there for twenty minutes, listening to the kids on the hallway as they came from and went to lunch, letting his mind wonder as his eyes found endless curiousness in the room.

He saw the posters above the chairs labeled "Isolation", as if that wasn't obvious enough with the sign on the door. He pulled his phone out and played Subway Surfers for a while, and hid it when he thought someone was coming.

At least I'm easily entertained, he thought, as his leg bounced up and down in discomfort. There's got to be something I can think about.

However, nothing came to mind.

So, he simply sat. His mind felt crowded, but nothing was up there. Occasionally, he'd sniffle and pull his mask away from his mouth to breathe, but nothing very interesting seemed to happen.

Oddly enough, the time wasn't thinking the same thing. "Come on, Davey, your mom is here."

Davey got up and walked to the door. "Thank you."

"You're welcome", Nurse Polk said, retreating to her office as Davey walked out of the school.

I'm never going to that Nurse again, Davey thought as he responded to his mother's questions.  At least not if I can help it.

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Based on true events, lol.

So, I have become ✨sick✨ with a cold, nothing too bad. But that nurse at school really did act like this and I needed to vent so-

Anyway, here's a chapter to distract me from school and my self made deadline.

Happy Tidings✌🏾