The lovers that went wrong.

Nurse Gellar

To whoever is reading this,
Thank you.

Your time is precious. You do me a great honor stopping by. I will repay your kindness with a promise to make your time here fulfilling, enriching, and perhaps even transformative.
I dont want to ramble alot and annoy you, so just making clear that this is a Mondler story.
I'll hopefully try and scooch everyone in.
Enjoy!
:)

Monica put on her whites and tidied her hair in a ponytail. She had always dreamed of being a chef since girlhood, always watching cookery shows and trying to make the dinner. Cooking, had always left her with this meditating like sensation, an extension of love, that made her heart and soul go all perky. Her narcisstic mother, Judy, who never showed her unconditional empathy, had disapproved, putting a thumbs down and criticising her, pointing out that she would never get anywhere if she took such a rubbish career. She was soon experimenting with recipes and even developing her own until it was forcefully ended by her parents. It seemed that, Monica was faced with taking a very heavy decision. After careful consideration, she decided to study, and pursue nursing. It was the next best thing she could think of. But now come to think of it, she sure made a terrible choice.

*Present day*

Monica sat at the nurse station. It was the first time in four hours she'd had a moment to sit and she had charting to do. The morning had been a blur of taking vitals, doing bed-baths, changing adult diapers and administering medications. Her most elderly patient rang her call bell every five minutes or so and if she wasn't right there in seconds the screaming began. Officially this was her lunch time and she'd handed over her patients to another nurse, but instead of being in the canteen with a coffee and a cream cheese bagel she was working furiously to add every detail she could recall to the medical notes.
She recalled, as they were so fond of telling her in nursing school, that it was legal document; her notes had to be of a standard that would hold up in court should she ever be summoned. Her qualities listed of action-oriented diligence, physical endurance, and emotional stability. Tiredness was no excuse at all. With ten minutes left to her break, she put the binders back on the shelf, sterilized her hands and left the ward. She needed caffeine...now...

Monica headed towards the room where the hospital vendings  and the warm coffee machine was situated, ofcourse provided for patients, staff, and visitors. She quickly took a cup, and chose her favourite flavor, a caramel frappuccino, then watched as the hot sizzling liquid joined to make a leaf pattern in delicate milky foam among the pale brown. As soon as the cup was full, she quickly put it within her lips reach.

(However she regretted it the moment she did.)
Monica winced as she sipped her coffee - it was tepid, overly bitter and lacking real cream. It was a source of caffeine though and so she drank like a sailor new to whiskey.

She was exhausted. Sleep-deprived, with dark bags under her blood- shot eyes, unable to concentrate at all. Deliberately drained from life.

She was alive, but not really living. She wasn't born for this... She didn't come to be on a planet of such beauty and abundance to live like this, so fatigued, stressed, too thin to cope with life's storms and help others with theirs. When would the time come for dancing, for play, laughter and long evenings of happy chatter? Because that is the medicine she really needed, to break her ice: fun, friendship, good times, and new memories...

Someone who would simply care for her. She wanted a relationship, a confidential partner, a constant best friend, her own prince... soulmate, & even kids!

However, she got none of that. Her loneliness grew each split-second more steadily... dominating her emotions. She was at the edge, desperate to fine a friend, someone who would talk to her and maybe even share a joke.