The Last Soulmate

1- Lia Avenicci

"Liana Avenicci!" a shrill voice rings through the maternity ward. My instinct was to roll my eyes and to turn to face the person calling my name. It was everyone's favorite charge nurse, Deanna.

"Liana, I told you a patient in room 303 needed something. They've rung their call bell twice and you didn't bother to see them." She crossed her arms.

"Deanna, I was busy with Patient in room 307. She needed someone to help her clean up herself and her baby after he threw up his milk. Besides, that's Reyna's patient, not mine." I spoke to her calmly. She rolled her eyes.

"Doesn't matter. You won't last long, Liana." She snapped, walking off. I rolled my eyes. Nursing was a dream of mine. A dream of mine that was shattered like a kid throwing a baseball at the window. Instead of helping patients and getting along with the doctors, I'm constantly arguing with the other nurses on what to do and having to bend over backwards just to keep my job.

What an idiot I was. I wish I could get out of this field but the pay is too good and I still care, somehow.

"Whatever, Nurse Ratched." I mutter. I went to go wash and start sterilizing the tools for the day. I separate the "dirty" tools, putting the bloody non-sharp tools in the soapy water. I put the sharp ones in a separate tray. I pull on the thick rubber clothes that we have to use to wash these tools. Of course, I get stuck with this fucking chore. Since none of these bitches want to do it.

I then wash the sharp tools individually before they get put in a drying rack. When they're dried enough, I package them up and throw them in the autoclave. The door opens. It's another nurse, Reyna.

"Hello." I look at her.

"Hey, I was wondering where the surgical gloves are. I have to help Dr. Simmons put in stitches."

"How bad are they?" I ask her as I'm putting up my stuff.

"Fourth degree." I make a hissing sound. After seeing enough destroyed perineums to last a lifetime, I never want kids of my own.

"I know right, poor thing was sobbing that her husband wasn't going to want to look down there but he told her that it was okay and he still loved her." Reyna sighed.

"Awww." I wish someone loved me like that. I'm twenty seven and still only finding fucking frogs instead of princes. Then again, I'm still pretty young.

"I know right. Also sorry Deanna yelled at you. I was trying to help Mikayla with sanitizing the bouncy balls." Reyna sighed.

"Don't be. She thinks she's the fucking charge nurse." I wash my hands. "Sounds like a problem for her and Sigrid."

"Yeah, it's also our problem when she's embarrassing us like this." Reyna sighed. "I'm going to go check on my patients." I nod. I look at my watch. Finally, it's time to go home. I've never been this excited to go home. I clock out without saying anything. I then get in my car, turning on the ignition. I take a deep breath and stare at the steering wheel. I wish I could go in there, curse out Deanna and the other bitches and quit.

I pull out of the parking lot and get onto the freeway. I still haven't thought of what to cook for dinner. The thought of it is annoying. Maybe I should just pick up some take out. Suddenly, I notice a car spinning towards me. I don't even have time to react as it slams into my car and knocks me out.

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"I would never join you! I would rather die than betray my King!" I shouted. There was a man in front of me that was wearing green and gold robes with a strange golden mask on his head.

"I suppose you'll have to die for him. Shame that he won't be here to see it. Sahlotaar, if you may." He motioned a terrifying serpent like dragon that was crawling to me. My heart was racing.

"I'm sorry, my King. I wish we had more time..." I whisper, looking into the distance. The dragon's neck and chest turn red and it blows hot flames at me. It's extremely hot. It burns horribly but it's so hot, I can't even breathe enough to let out a scream. Finally, the flames stop and my vision stops.

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I get up, screaming. I'm not on fire or burned. I do have stitches on my right hand and my fingers. I'm bruised everywhere and my face hurts. My mother looks at me.

"Are you okay, Liana?" She asked me, her eyes softening with concern.

"I'm fine." I lie. What was that?