MidReal Story
Sleepless Love
Scenario: Write about a a hospital worker who stumbles upon a guy with that one disease where he cant sleep at all (i forget whats it called) and write about how the sick one is always so positive even though he knows hes gonna die and make it about there love and make it VERY sad and depressing
Create my version of this story
I met Lucas Bennett on a night shift.
He was the only patient in room 301, and he was wide awake.
I had been working at the hospital for a few months, and I had never seen him before.
He was tall and thin, with a perpetual smile on his face.
He looked like he was in his late twenties, but his eyes were wise beyond his years.
I walked into his room to check on him, and he greeted me with a big smile.
“Good evening.” I said as I checked his vitals.
“Good evening to you too.” He replied.
“You’re new here.” He said as he looked at me with curious eyes.
“I’ve been here for three months now.” I replied as I wrote down his vitals on my chart.
“I meant you’re new to this floor.” He said with a smile.
“Yes, I am.” I replied with a smile.
“I’ve been here for two weeks now.” He said as he looked at me with tired eyes.
“I was on the other floor before this one.” He replied with a smile.
“Looks like you’re going to have to get used to me then.” I said jokingly before I walked out of his room.
I was on the night shift, and I had been working for almost twelve hours straight.
The last thing I wanted to do was to talk to someone, even if it was just for a while.
I took care of his medical needs first before I continued with my rounds.
He was the only patient in this ward, which made it easier for me to take care of him.
As I walked into his room, he greeted me with a big smile once again.
“Good evening.” I greeted him as I took my stethoscope from my neck.
“It’s a good evening indeed.” He replied with a smile.
I said as I checked his vitals once again.
“Do you ever get tired of doing that every hour?”
“I do, but it’s part of my job so I have to do it.”
“It looks like you’re going to be sticking around for a while.”
“I am.” I replied.
“That’s fine by me.” He said with a smile.
I said as I put my stethoscope back around my neck.
“I’m sorry, but I forgot to ask what your name is.”
“I’m Lucas.” He replied as he held out his hand.
Emily.” I said as we shook hands.
“That’s a beautiful name.” He said as he looked at me with a warm smile.
“Thank you.” I replied shyly.
“It’s nice to meet you, Emily.”
“It’s nice to meet you too, Lucas.”
“I’ve always admired nurses like you.”
“I know that nurses are often overshadowed by doctors and surgeons.”
“But without nurses, who would take care of the patients?”
“That’s a good point.” I said as I looked at him with a smile.
“So why did you choose to become a nurse?”
He asked as he watched me.
“I never had the chance to meet my parents because they died when I was still a baby.”
“I moved from one orphanage to another until a nice family finally adopted me.”
“They were both doctors, and I’ve always admired them since I was young.”
“I wanted to become a doctor, but I was never good at science.”
“That’s too bad.” He said as he watched me with a smile.
“Don’t worry, though.”
“You’re not missing out on a lot.”
“Being a nurse is just as good as being a doctor.”
“It’s even better sometimes because we’re the first people that patients see when they walk into the hospital.”
“I’ve never thought of it like that before.” I said as I looked at him with a smile.
“You should.” He said as he smiled at me.
“What do you do for a living?”
I asked as I checked his IV line.
“I’m a teacher.” He replied with a smile.
“I work at the local high school.”
“That’s nice.” I said as I put his chart back into its place.
“How is it working with high school students?”
“It can be challenging most of the time, but it’s also rewarding.”
“I get to see them grow into adults, and that’s what I love about my job.”
“I bet it is.” I said as I looked at him with a smile.
“What about me?”
“Pardon me?” I asked as I looked at him curiously.
“What did you think I taught?”
“It could have been math or science because you look like you’d be perfect for either of those subjects.”
“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult.” He replied with a laugh.
“It was a compliment.” I replied as I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You don’t believe me?”
I asked as I watched him laugh harder.
“That was what I thought when my boss told me that I would be teaching English, but he told me that I’d be perfect for it because of my quick wit.”
I only believe half of what they say about me, though.”
“That was very egotistical of you.” I said as I watched him laugh even harder.
“I like talking to you, Emily.” He replied after he composed himself once again.
“You’re different from all the other nurses.”
“How so?”
“It seems like you actually care about your patients more than anyone else, and that’s something I haven’t seen in any other nurse.”
“I’m sure all the other nurses care about their patients too.”
“I’m sure they do, but not as much as you do.”
“That’s a bold statement, Lucas.”
“I’m sure it is, but that’s what I think.”
“And what makes you say that?”
“It’s just the way you look at your patients, especially when you’re talking to them.”
“I don’t think anyone else looks at their patients the way that you do.”
I said nothing more, and he didn’t say anything either.
He continued to look at me, and I could see that his eyes were tired.
There was something about him, though, and it made my heart clench.
The look in his eyes made me feel like he was going to tell me something important.
I didn’t know what, but it would be important nonetheless.
I watched as his eyes moved away from mine, and it was then that I knew.
“You’re going to tell me something important, aren’t you?”
I asked as I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.
“It’s nothing bad, is it?”
“It’s nothing bad, but it’s not good either.”
“Then what is it?”
He looked at me once again with those tired eyes, and it made my heart clench even more.
“I’ve been facing a personal challenge for quite some time now.”
“And are you strong enough to take on this challenge?”
“Not really.” He replied as he shook his head.
“But everyone thinks that I am.”
“Sometimes we don’t know our own strength until we’re faced with a challenge.”
“That’s true.” He said as he nodded his head.
“But this challenge is different.”
“It’s a challenge, nonetheless.”
“You’re not wrong there.” He replied with a smile.
“You just have to find your own strength within yourself because people are usually stronger than they think they are.”
“That’s very true.” He said with a smile.
“Where did you learn that from?”
“A lot of my patients say that they’re not strong enough to take on their illness, but as soon as they start their treatment, they become stronger than they ever thought possible.”
“That’s very inspiring and very true too.”
“And do you believe that?”
“Do you believe that people are stronger than they think?”
“I do.” He replied with a smile.
“And what about you?”
“Do you think that you can find your own strength to face your challenge?”
“I hope so.” He replied with a smile.
I smiled back at him as well before he went on to ask me a question.
“What do you want to know about me?”
“I want to know what you teach and why you teach it.”
He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows before he shook his head with a smile.
“Well, that’s very simple.
I teach English, and that’s because I love literature.”
“I see.” I replied with a smile.
He was looking at me expectantly, so I smiled as I asked him another question.
“What is it about literature that you love so much?”
He looked away for a moment as if he was searching for the right words to answer my question.
I could see the smile on his face growing brighter as he answered.
“The thing about literature is that it has the power to make you feel things that you never thought were possible.
It has the power to transport you to places and make you do things that you never thought possible either.
And when you read something that makes you feel and do those things, it’s just wonderful.
And when you see something like that happen to your students, it’s even better because then you know that they’ve learned to appreciate something that they probably wouldn’t have otherwise wanted to learn about.
I was listening intently as he spoke.
I could tell that he was passionate about what he was saying, and it made me smile even more.
It was then that he started talking about some of the things he did in his classroom, and before I knew it, he was telling me a story.
“I remember one time when my students were laughing at me because I was pretending to be Romeo in my classroom.
I was acting out the scene where Romeo was professing his love to Juliet when all of a sudden, my students started laughing.
One of them even had the nerve to say that my head was shining like a diamond because it was so bald.
I told her it wasn’t bald; it was just clean-shaven.
