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yes i DO think i’m smarter than u for not using chatgpt. i also think that makes me prettier, funnier, more competent, and generally better at everything. so.
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Word count: 2kish
i finally remembered how to write again so idk i hope you guys like this. pls drop some comments and reactions to keep me going!
“Hey, Azzi, we have an incoming bed from the ER. Any chance you can take it on? I think if I have to take one more patient, I might become a patient.”
Azzi smiles softly at her friend Caroline. They went to nursing school together in Connecticut and both recently found their way to Minneapolis. The two bonded over their shared passion for pediatrics, leading them to encourage each other to strive for more. With Minnesota ranking highest in healthcare, they took the chance once Azzi finished school, earning a Doctoral degree in nursing with a focus on pediatric acute care. The two girls moved into an upscale apartment downtown a few months ago and have just now found themselves settled.
Azzi chuckles softly, “Sure, Car, who should I call for report?”
“Uh, right...”
“Ugh, is it Paige?”
“Yeah...but I’m telling you if you just give her a chance, she’s not all that bad.”
“No thanks, I don’t need to invite arrogance into my life just for fun.”
“I mean, you could use a little fun,” Caroline mumbled.
“What was that? You want to take an extra patient?”
“Nope! Love you, byyyyyye.”
She knows that Caroline is probably right. Everyone around here seems to love Paige. She’s only met the beloved girl over the phone for quick reports from the ER to the PICU. She reeks of confidence, sarcasm, and everything made to push Azzi’s buttons. Azzi Fudd worked her ass off to be where she is today, and that doesn’t mean Paige didn’t, but she sure as hell doesn’t act like it with her half assed reports.
Azzi took a deep breath before grabbing her phone to call Paige. After three rings, she answers.
“Wassup, Fudd, you miss me yet? It’s been a minute.”
Azzi rolled her eyes so hard, she was surprised they rolled back.
“Hi, Paige. Caroline, let me know we have a kid coming from the ER. What’s the eta, and what’s going on?”
“Oooh, straight to business. I like it.”
“Paige, c’mon, I can practically hear you smirking over the phone, and I don’t have time for this.”
“Alright, alright. We got a ten-year-old boy with pretty bad pneumonia. Dude, just wait till you listen to his lungs. I swear it sounds like you’re running back and forth on bubble wrap.”
“Paige, focus.”
“Right, right. He got chest X-rays, but hasn’t gotten those back yet.”
“And when is he coming?”
“Uh.”
Azzi hears the ding of an elevator and sees a young boy struggling to breathe, being rolled by her.
“Really, Paige? I didn’t even finish getting a room set up yet!”
“Nah, he’s a cool kid, he’ll chill while you set it up.”
“That’s not the point, Paige. We do timely and detailed reports for a reason.”
“Aight, my bad, it’s just crazy down here. Everything is charted perfectly. I’m sorry, Az.”
Azzi purposely ignores the flutter in her chest at the softness in her voice when Paige calls her Az.
“Ugh, it’s fine. Just don’t do it again. Please.”
Azzi hangs up the phone before Paige can make some snide remark and rushes to get the room ready and meet the boy and his family.
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Once Azzi finishes reading Paige’s chart, which was shockingly well done, she goes to visit her new patient, Frankie. Azzi rubs in her hand sanitizer as she smiles at Frankie’s parents and greets the little boy.
“Hi there, Frankie. My name is Azzi and I’m going to be your nurse. How are we feeling?”
Frankie looks exhausted and coughs before answering, “Not so good.”
“Well, let’s get you settled, see what’s going on, and do our best to help you.”
She begins collecting vitals, starting with his temperature. His fever is at 104.6 degrees with a respiratory rate of 36 and oxygen saturation of 88%.
Azzi gets him on oxygen right away and continues to ask his parents details about the progression of the sickness. They get him started on antibiotics, Tylenol, steroids, and fluids while continuing to monitor his symptoms.
A few hours later, Azzi’s shift came to an end, signaling the start of her weekend. Caroline and Azzi have plans to go out tonight with some new friends they met in their apartment building, Sarah and Kaitlyn. She’s been taking overtime shifts nonstop, so Caroline told her she couldn't for the rest of the month and needed at least one night out. That’s how Azzi found herself at a club she didn’t want to be at, taking too many shots.
At this point, she is definitely past being tipsy and leans her back on the bar counter for support while her friends talk about some guy in their apartment building. She feels someone step next to her, leaning over the bar, asking for a dirty Shirley.
“Hey, you good?” The mysterious person is now leaning towards her, and Azzi forgets how to speak when she sees stark blue eyes looking down at her. She has blonde hair with a slick back bun, a crop top displaying her abs, and wears cargo jeans and an oversized unbuttoned top.
“Mhm, I am now.”
The mystery girl smirks, and Azzi’s legs almost give out. Maybe Caroline was right. She really needs to get laid.
“That so, princess?”
Before Azzi can respond, the bartender comes back with her drink. “Here you go, P. This one's on the house.”
“Aye, thanks, man.”
The mystery girl, or P, moves her attention back to Azzi, taking a sip of her drink.
“So what’s your name?”
“Well, P, if we’re only doing one letter as our name, then I guess I’m Z.”
“Alright, Z, well if it's gonna be like that, then what do I gotta do to earn the rest of the letters of your name?”
“Hmm, hard to say really. Maybe a drink or a dance?”
“How bout I get you both, mama?”
The girls each take a shot before moving towards the dance floor, quickly finding themselves close to each other. Azzi can’t help but feel a gravitational pull towards P. Azzi steps back into her front, hearing a sigh before feeling strong hands wrap around her waist, pulling her closer. Azzi stars grinding into the blonde girl, wrapping her hand around her neck.
“Fuck, Z, you’re so sexy.”
Azzi moans at the raspy voice in her ear, turning towards her face. At this point, it’s like no one else is in the building as they look into each other’s eyes before connecting lips. Azzi hasn’t kissed anyone since she broke up with her boyfriend in Connecticut. Even though it’s been a minute since she’s made out with anyone, she knows for a fact that it never felt like this.
P moves her hands down Azzi’s waist towards her butt, pulling her in even closer. Their tongues meet, causing both girls to moan at the feeling. All of a sudden, Azzi feels a hand tapping on her shoulder and turns her head towards the feeling only to find a smirking Kaitlyn. P immediately drags her mouth down Azzi’s neck, sucking and biting, making it hard for Azzi to concentrate.
“W-what?”
“Sorry to interrupt whatever this is, but Caroline is fucked up, we gotta get her outta here.”
“Ugh, fuck, okay.”
Considering that Caroline is the one always trying to get her laid, it's cruel and ironic that she’s also the one cock-blocking her right now. Azzi pulls the girl's head out of her neck, almost forgetting about Caroline’s existence completely at the dazed look on her face.
“Sorry, P, I gotta go.”
She hasn’t moved her eyes from Azzi’s lips and before leaning in for another kiss says, “No, please stay, I’ll get you home.”
Fuck, this girl is going to be the death of her, but really fuck Caroline and her low alcohol tolerance. Kaitlyn starts pulling hard on Azzi’s arm. “C’mon, Azzi, we really need to go!”
“Mmm, bye, P.”
Before the blonde girl could process what had just happened, Azzi was running towards the door with her friend.
“Wait...Azzi?”
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Azzi still feels exhausted from their night out the night before and is practically dragging herself through this shift. Her phone rings, making her head echo with the annoying sound.
“Azzi Fudd, how can I help you?”
“Sup, Az. Miss me yet?”
“Ugh, Paige, I really can’t do this today.”
“Oh, what you had a busy night or somethin’?”
“This isn’t a report, Paige.”
“Hmm, but I want to hear alllllll about it.”
“I’m sure you would.”
Suddenly, a loud alarm goes off in the background from Paige’s side.
“Shit, I gotta go. I’ll send someone up to report with you.”
Before Azzi could respond, Paige hung up. Soon enough, an ER nurse calls her with a bullshit report on their next patient.
“That’s all the info you have for me?”
“Sorry, Azzi, that’s all Paige told me, and I haven’t seen the patient, so I probably shouldn’t even be giving you this report.”
“No, you’re fine. Thank you for trying to get me details.”
Okay, that’s it. I’m done with this girl. Why does she have to make such a simple thing so irritating? Azzi makes her way across the hospital, directly into the ER. She stops at the nurse’s station, determined to find Paige.
“Hi, I’m PICU and looking for Paige Bueckers. Can you point me in her direction?”
“Uh, I think I just saw her go into room 105. I’m sure she’ll be around.”
“Of course you know where she is,” the other nurse at the station mumbled.
“We’ve only spoken on the phone. What does she look like?”
The two girls at the station stop typing and look at each other, communicating silently. One girl laughs, and the other fans her face with her hand.
“Oh girl, you’ll know when you see Paige Bueckers.”
“Okay...how?”
“She’s so hot. Like I swear, God personally took time just to make her.”
“Ugh, her blue eyes. I could drown in them.”
“Honestly. She could ruin my life, and I’d thank her.”
“So far, all I know is that she has blue eyes...can one of you maybe give me an HR approved description of her?”
“Right, uh, she’s tall, like really tall. I mean, I guess you’re pretty tall too...but yeah, you’re still probably shorter than her. And she has blonde hair that she always wears in a slicked-back bun.”
“When she smiles at you and you start swooning, you’ll know you found her.”
“Alright, well, thanks, I think. Any chance one of you could message her? I don’t have a lot of time.”
“Gladly! Each time we talk is just another moment closer to us falling in love.”
The nurse sends her a message, acting as if it's a love letter. A minute later, the nurse who thinks she’s in a Disney princess plot has literal heart eyes.
“Hey, ladies, you called?”
Azzi turns at the smooth, warm voice, and her heart stutters. Holy shit. The annoying nurses were right, Paige Bueckers is really fucking hot and exactly who she thinks she is.
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Azzi Fudd, a dedicated pediatric ICU nurse, just started a new chapter of her life in Minneapolis with her best friend, Caroline. While Azzi loves her job, it’s exhausting, especially when she constantly has to deal with Paige Bueckers, the cocky ER nurse who sends patients up to her unit with half-assed reports and a smug attitude. Azzi swears Paige exists just to get under her skin, especially when she makes her heart flutter.
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