Overworked Nurse in a Horror Game

"She deserves it! It’s her fault nobody wants to team up with her."

"Everybody knows you’re screwed if you get left all alone in a horror game."

"I bet she’ll be the first to die tonight!"

"So be it."

The leader, who was heading the single trio group, got everyone’s attention with a cough, then announced, "There’s nothing here at the spawn point. My group is going to the IV infusion room next door. Everyone else, split up!"

Then, he glanced at me. "You. Come with us, but don’t get too close."

"The leader seems like a decent guy. At least, he didn't abandon her."

"Aaron Meyer is our guild's ace and has always been a great guy."

With that, I followed the three of them to the adjacent room.

As soon as I entered, a chilly breeze made me shiver.

Hm?

Who set the temperature so low? The patients were sick enough as it was; they were going to end up with pneumonia!

I was about to turn up the temperature when Aaron suddenly cried out, "Oh crap! The room is haunted! Get out!"

At the same time, I heard the voice of an elderly man ring out in my ears, "Be a good girl and keep me company. I’m so lonely…"

When I turned around, I saw an old man clothed in thin fabric rising shakily from an IV infusion chair. He came towards me but ended up tripping over a cable.

"What are you standing there for? Run!"

"But, the door... the door is locked... It won’t open…"

"Ram the door open! We’re dead if he latches onto us! Hey, hey, newbie, what are you doing? Are you insane? If you've got a death wish, don’t drag us down with you!"

I ignored their frantic cries and sprinted over to the old man. Mustering the same strength I used to hoist oxygen tanks weighing up to fifty kilograms, I shoved the old man back into the chair.

Within a few seconds, I managed to reinsert the IV needle that had been yanked loose from his arm when he got up.

The old man seemed flabbergasted. He froze for a moment before trying to get up again to remove the needle.

That was when my anger tipped over. I shoved him back into the chair and snapped, "It’s just an IV drip, not an action movie. Stop moving around! If you keep moving, you won't be able to use your hands, and don’t even think about blaming me for not warning you about this when your hand swells tomorrow! That’s enough. Sit tight and don’t even think about going anywhere until the infusion is done! If you need to use the toilet, just call me!"

Seriously, what was up with these patients pulling the needle out?

The hospital was unbelievable as well. They must have lost it to leave an elderly patient alone in the room for an IV infusion.

Rule number one of nursing: Always keep a close eye on patients receiving IV infusions to prevent accidents.

The old man blinked sporadically. "Sorry for causing trouble, miss…"

I smiled. "It's okay, sir. Just sit tight now, I’ll monitor the IV infusion and let you know once it’s done."

Then, I turned off the fan that had been blasting cold air the entire time before draping a blanket over the old man. I carefully set a heat pad under his arm and turned on the television before checking the flow rate of the infusion.

After attending to these tasks, I turned around to see the stunned trio looking at me.

I could do this with my eyes closed.

"Aren't you... scared?"

The comment section went wild.

"What’s going on? The ghost is supposed to ask the player if there is something wrong with him, and if you can’t answer, he strangles you with the IV infusion cable! Go on, ask the question!"

"Hey, nurse... what's wrong with me? Why haven’t I recovered?"

"There you go. He asked the question! I told you. There is no way it plays out differently."

I smiled. "It's just a minor fever; nothing to worry about. After the infusion is done, take some medicine and you’ll be fine. Make sure you stay warm, too. It’s easy to catch a cold when the seasons change."

"She has to be making it up. I don’t believe that."