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Nursing school prepared Edie Spence for a lot of things. Burn victims? No problem. Severed limbs? Piece of cake. Vampires? No way in hell. But as the newest nurse on Y4, the secret ward hidden in the bowels of County Hospital, Edie has her hands full with every paranormal patient you can imagine—from vamps and were-things to zombies and beyond.
Welcome to the secret wing of County Hospital—where vampires get transfusions, werewolves have silver allergies, and one nurse is in way over her head…
Nursing school prepared Edie Spence for a lot of things. Burn victims? No problem. Severed limbs? Piece of cake. Vampires? No way in hell. But as the newest nurse on Y4, the secret ward hidden in the bowels of County Hospital, Edie has her hands full with every paranormal patient you can imagine—from vamps and were-things to zombies and beyond…
NIGHTSHIFTED
Edie’s just trying to learn the ropes so she can get through her latest shift unscathed. But when a vampire servant turns to dust under her watch, all hell breaks loose. Now she’s haunted by the man’s dying words—Save Anna—and before she knows it, she’s on a mission to rescue some poor girl from the undead. Which involves crashing a vampire den, falling for a zombie, and fighting for her soul. Grey’s Anatomy was never like this…
Welcome to the secret wing of County Hospital—where vampires get transfusions, werewolves have silver allergies, and one nurse is in way over her head…
Nursing school prepared Edie Spence for a lot of things. Burn victims? No problem. Severed limbs? Piece of cake. Vampires? No way in hell. But as the newest nurse on Y4, the secret ward hidden in the bowels of County Hospital, Edie has her hands full with every paranormal patient you can imagine—from vamps and were-things to zombies and beyond…
NIGHTSHIFTED
Edie’s just trying to learn the ropes so she can get through her latest shift unscathed. But when a vampire servant turns to dust under her watch, all hell breaks loose. Now she’s haunted by the man’s dying words—Save Anna—and before she knows it, she’s on a mission to rescue some poor girl from the undead. Which involves crashing a vampire den, falling for a zombie, and fighting for her soul. Grey’s Anatomy was never like this…
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In addition to being a writer, Cassie Alexander is an active registered nurse. Nightshifted is her debut novel.
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"The best debut urban fantasy I've read this year. This book takes urban fantasy to new heights with a unique mix of hospital drama and adventure-horror that's compelling, realistically stark, and wonderfully written. Nightshifted is simply amazing." --Kat Richardson
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"How can your liver be this good?" I stood outside Mr. November's room, watching him stir restlessly. Normal people couldn't get 20,000 micrograms of fentanyl and 80 milligrams of Versed an hour and live, much less still be attempting another slow-motion escape from their hospital bed.
But I knew Mr. November wasn't normal. From my assessment, when I'd seen his chipped yellow fangs around his titanium-tipped endotracheal tube, and from the way he was restrained in bed-six soft cuffs, two on each arm, one on each leg, a Posey vest wrapped around his chest and tied beneath the bedframe-and from the fact that he was here on Floor Y4 to begin with. No one here was normal, except for me. I was human and looked it: average brown hair, average blue eyes, average hips. My patients here? Let's just say "average" was not the first adjective you'd pick for them if you saw them on the streets. Or the twentieth.
Mr. November continued to squirm. I wondered which cheerful member of our daytime staff I'd be giving a report to come seven A.M. with him crawling out of bed behind me. I could almost feel them judging me now.
His IV pump beeped empty and his cuffed right hand made rabbit-punching jabs. Crap.
"Hey, you!" I shouted and leaned into his room to try to attract his glazed attention. "Stay still!" I commanded through the door. Sometimes with agitated patients the voice of nursing authority buys time. I dashed to the supply room, unlocked the narcotics drawer, grabbed a bag of fentanyl, and made it back to his room as he started to thrash his head from side to side.
"Stop that!" I hauled on my isolation gear as fast as I could. If he managed to knock his endotracheal-ET-tube loose, that'd be the end of his ventilator-assisted breathing, which'd be the end of him. I put my gloves on, snatched the bag, and rushed inside. When I silenced the pump alarm's beeping he visibly calmed.
"You have to stay still, sir. You've got pneumonia and you're in the hospital." I switched out the bags and reset the pump. I inhaled to say more, but I saw Meaty, my charge nurse, rise up like a moon behind the nursing station outside, holding one thick hand up in the shape of a phone. It was the international nursing gesture for, "Call the doctor?"
I nodded. "More sedation. Now. Please."
Mr. November's hands spasmed again. I didn't know if he was reaching for me with a purpose, if he just wanted to be free, or if he didn't understand what was happening-not unlikely, with all the meds he was getting-but I grabbed his nearest hand in both my own. "You've got to rest now, okay?" His grip tensed and so did I-most of the training videos I'd watched before starting this job had emphasized the "minimal patient contact" rule, for vastly good reasons-but then he relaxed, letting me go.
I stepped back from the bed, took off my gown and gloves, washed my hands, and went outside.
"You okay there, Edie?" Meaty asked as I returned to sit behind my desk, just outside Mr. November's door. I grunted a response and flipped open Mr. November's flowsheet to hide behind. Meaty didn't check in on Gina or Charles unless they called for help. But I was new here. Just when I was starting to feel like I knew how to be a nurse at my last job, only a year out of nursing school, my brother overdosed. On heroin. For the third time.
An unknown "friend" (read: dealer) had been kind enough to leave Jake on a curb and call 911, which'd brought him here. By the time I got to the emergency department they were on his second dose of Narcan. They'd put an IV line into his neck because he had too many tracks on his arms to find a vein. Only some cruel miracle had stopped him from getting infected this far. If he kept it up, I knew his luck wouldn't hold.
I wanted to touch him and I didn't want to touch him, because it didn't take being a nurse to know all the diseases he might have. And so, as I was finding some gloves to wear to hold his fucking dumbass junkie hand, a man came by and said, "Wouldn't you like to see your brother clean?"
I thought he was going to tell me about Jesus, and I was getting ready to tell him where to shove himself, when he offered me a job.
But I knew Mr. November wasn't normal. From my assessment, when I'd seen his chipped yellow fangs around his titanium-tipped endotracheal tube, and from the way he was restrained in bed-six soft cuffs, two on each arm, one on each leg, a Posey vest wrapped around his chest and tied beneath the bedframe-and from the fact that he was here on Floor Y4 to begin with. No one here was normal, except for me. I was human and looked it: average brown hair, average blue eyes, average hips. My patients here? Let's just say "average" was not the first adjective you'd pick for them if you saw them on the streets. Or the twentieth.
Mr. November continued to squirm. I wondered which cheerful member of our daytime staff I'd be giving a report to come seven A.M. with him crawling out of bed behind me. I could almost feel them judging me now.
His IV pump beeped empty and his cuffed right hand made rabbit-punching jabs. Crap.
"Hey, you!" I shouted and leaned into his room to try to attract his glazed attention. "Stay still!" I commanded through the door. Sometimes with agitated patients the voice of nursing authority buys time. I dashed to the supply room, unlocked the narcotics drawer, grabbed a bag of fentanyl, and made it back to his room as he started to thrash his head from side to side.
"Stop that!" I hauled on my isolation gear as fast as I could. If he managed to knock his endotracheal-ET-tube loose, that'd be the end of his ventilator-assisted breathing, which'd be the end of him. I put my gloves on, snatched the bag, and rushed inside. When I silenced the pump alarm's beeping he visibly calmed.
"You have to stay still, sir. You've got pneumonia and you're in the hospital." I switched out the bags and reset the pump. I inhaled to say more, but I saw Meaty, my charge nurse, rise up like a moon behind the nursing station outside, holding one thick hand up in the shape of a phone. It was the international nursing gesture for, "Call the doctor?"
I nodded. "More sedation. Now. Please."
Mr. November's hands spasmed again. I didn't know if he was reaching for me with a purpose, if he just wanted to be free, or if he didn't understand what was happening-not unlikely, with all the meds he was getting-but I grabbed his nearest hand in both my own. "You've got to rest now, okay?" His grip tensed and so did I-most of the training videos I'd watched before starting this job had emphasized the "minimal patient contact" rule, for vastly good reasons-but then he relaxed, letting me go.
I stepped back from the bed, took off my gown and gloves, washed my hands, and went outside.
"You okay there, Edie?" Meaty asked as I returned to sit behind my desk, just outside Mr. November's door. I grunted a response and flipped open Mr. November's flowsheet to hide behind. Meaty didn't check in on Gina or Charles unless they called for help. But I was new here. Just when I was starting to feel like I knew how to be a nurse at my last job, only a year out of nursing school, my brother overdosed. On heroin. For the third time.
An unknown "friend" (read: dealer) had been kind enough to leave Jake on a curb and call 911, which'd brought him here. By the time I got to the emergency department they were on his second dose of Narcan. They'd put an IV line into his neck because he had too many tracks on his arms to find a vein. Only some cruel miracle had stopped him from getting infected this far. If he kept it up, I knew his luck wouldn't hold.
I wanted to touch him and I didn't want to touch him, because it didn't take being a nurse to know all the diseases he might have. And so, as I was finding some gloves to wear to hold his fucking dumbass junkie hand, a man came by and said, "Wouldn't you like to see your brother clean?"
I thought he was going to tell me about Jesus, and I was getting ready to tell him where to shove himself, when he offered me a job.
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