My Name Is Evie

Nurse

*Evie's P.O.V*

I glare at Mama, upset that she had tried to change me out of my outfit. I didn't want clothes! Clothes were icky and I didn't want to wear them ever. Mama was the worst Mama ever for wanting me to wear clothes when they were clearly just meant to torture me. I didn't deserve to be so mistreated when all I wanted was to cuddle.

"Darling, you are burning up. I'm trying to change you into something so that you can be comfortable," Mama says as she rubs my tummy, her hand cold against my skin. I was comfortable just the way I was, thank you very much. I was only going to wear my pull up and that was only because Mama wouldn't let me take it off.

"Pull up, off," I try to rip it off, hissing when Mama captures my hands in her own so that I can't rip it off. I glare at her, a small growl of annoyance escaping me as Mama lifts me up. I whimper softly, not liking how warm she is with her stupid dress touching my skin.

"Baby, I am trying to take care of you," Mama coos softly, just gently letting my hands go when I try to tug at her dress.

"Hot, take off," I tell her.

"I'm not hot darling, you are because you're sick," Mama says as she grabs one of my hands, pressing a quick kiss to the back of my hand as I sniffle. Why couldn't she take the stupid dress off? I didn't want her wearing it!

Mama sets me down on the bed, making me cry even more since she isn't holding me now. I wail at the loss of contact, watching as she walks away and enters the bathroom. I cry harder, whimpering for her as I try to follow her. I practically fall off the bed in my efforts to chase after her, quiet sobs escaping me as I reach for her. She can't see me though, seeing as she had so rudely shut the door.

My cries lessen when Mama comes out of the bathroom, not wearing her dress anymore. Instead she is now wearing a robe. It's tied tightly around her. She coos when she sees me, reaching for me when I hold out my arms. She lifts me up, cuddling me close as she sits down on the bed.

She moves her robe to the side, allowing me to snuggle into her chest. She smiles as she strokes my cheek, letting me rub my face against her skin. I was so happy that she was letting me cuddle with her, especially now that she wasn't wearing a stupid icky dress. I sigh, my nose pressing into her skin as I inhale her scent. She smelled so nice, I couldn't help but nuzzle into her to try and smell her even more.

"What are you doing darling?" Mama asks as I nip at her skin, wanting to taste blood. Mama hums softly, tapping my nose with a small huff when I actually bite at her.

"I know, you're such a greedy little thing. You can't stand it when I want to keep my blood inside my body," Mama says, making me giggle as I whine, my nose pressing against her skin. I wasn't sure what blood was what I wanted right now but I would take it since it seemed like a good enough substitute.

Mama seemed to sense I didn't want her blood, her hand cupping my face as she gently pries my teeth out of her skin. I stare at her, licking the blood that leaks out near her collarbone, a small growl escaping me at the idea of getting all this blood for myself.

"Here darling, please be gentle. I think Mama knows what you want," Mama says as she parts her robe, showing me her breast. I furrow my brows, confused on what she wanted. Mama brought my face closer to her nipple, coaxing me to try and get me to latch on. I whine softly, tilting my head as I pout at her slightly.

"You'll like it darling, besides I need to get something in your tummy besides just blood," Mama says. I part my lips after a moment, latching on. Mama starts to stroke my cheek, letting me nurse. I suckle for a while before a sweet taste floods my mouth.

I let out a small noise, snuggling into her as I try to swallow it as quickly as I can. Mama hums softly, carefully drawing her robe around me so that I can nurse in darkness. I sigh softly, feeling her cold skin against my face. It was so soothing, all I wanted to do was sleep forever in her arms. I coo softly as she hums softly, her chest rising up and down in a soothing rhythm.

"You feeling better now darling?" Mama asks, making me shake my head in case she was going to try and get me to stop nursing. I couldn't stop nursing now, I had only just started. I mean it was so soothing and it made the pain in my throat stop. Plus I couldn't taste the blood that had once been filling my mouth. This was better, more soothing than anything I had ever tasted.

Mama rocks me slowly, letting me sigh softly as I press my face into her skin until I can't feel anything but her touch. Mama doesn't seem to mind, her fingers combing through my hair.

"Are you feeling better my clingy little girl?" Mama asks, rocking me slowly. It was like she was slowing down or maybe I was just starting to slow down. Maybe the whole world was slowing down. I part my lips slightly to try and speak, milk dribbling from my mouth. Mama wipes the milk away, a small smile on her lips.

"Aren't you so happy? Even if you are feeling so sick," Mama says, tilting my head up slightly as I stare up at her. I stare at her sleepily, a coo escaping me as she pats my back and holds me close, letting me snuggle into her as she tries to make me feel better. I sigh softly, falling asleep rather quickly as she continues to cuddle me.