nursing interview!

5 Questions to ask your Interviewer

If the interviewer does not ask you if you have any questions, you need to ask them if you could ask a few questions! When you ask well thought out questions, it impresses the interviewer and helps you ace out your competition for the job.

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I'm about six months from graduating and I'm very interested in doing a nurse residency. I live in California right now but I am willing to move. A big thing holding me back though is the horror stories I've heard about nurse-patient ratios. How are they in your state? Are they manageable? Do you know anything about other states?

Dear Anonymous,

That’s a complicated question with a complex answer. As far as I know California is the only state in the country with laws and regulations that mandate nurse-to-patient rations in all units (lucky ducks). Thirteen other states (CT, IL, MA, MN, NV, NJ, NY, OH, OR, RI, TX, VT, and WA) also have laws and regulations addressing safe staffing ratios, but none as thorough as California. And my state, Virginia, has nothing. Every hospital is different, so it just depends on where you work. Some are good, some are not so good.

Outside of those 14 states, it’s pretty much the wild west and you’re right, it can be scary and downright dangerous.

Originally posted by thosevideogamemoments

When I first interviewed with my current facility, I applied for a PCU RN position, but they ended up offering me an ICU RN position and that was my goal, so I jumped on it. During the interview, I asked about PCU’s typical nurse-to-patient ratio and they told me they tried to keep it to 1:4, but there were times when nurses would carry six patients. My jaw dropped. 

Originally posted by harta-romaniei

Six to one is something I would expect on a med-surg floor, not a PCU. I told them that I wouldn’t feel comfortable taking that many patients on a step-down unit. Perhaps that’s why they ultimately offered me an ICU position. I’m fine with that.

As for you and looking to travel to the wild west of nursing, there are a lot of us here who do it and it can be done safely. Ultimately, it’s up to you. Research any hospital you plan to apply to and ask the management team if you can interview the nurses on the unit. Ask them about the staffing ratios. Ask what happens if you refused to take an unsafe patient load? Is that grounds for dismissal or do they have a system in place to bring in additional staff?

If you don’t feel safe taking more than the recommended patient load, you need to stand up for yourself and put your foot down. I did that the other night. They tried to give me three ICU patients, including one that was ventilated. I told them, “no.” The safe ratio in an ICU is 1:2 and I refused to put my license on the line because they failed to staff the unit properly. They ended up calling in another nurse.

Legislatively speaking, I should point out there is a Federal regulation, 42 Code of Federal Regulations (42CFR, 482.23(b)), that’s been on the books for quite awhile. It addresses nurse staffing ratios for any hospital facility that accepts Medicare, but the language is nonspecific and open to interpretation. It reads as follows:

(b) Standard: Staffing and delivery of care. The nursing service must have adequate numbers of licensed registered nurses, licensed practical (vocational) nurses, and other personnel to provide nursing care to all patients as needed. There must be supervisory and staff personnel for each department or nursing unit to ensure, when needed, the immediate availability of a registered nurse for bedside care of any patient.

“Adequate numbers of licensed registered nurses.” What does “adequate” mean? See? The language is not specific, which is why those 14 states decided to take things a step further and to help address the problem.

There are two safe patient ratio bills sitting in Congress: Senate Bill 864 (S.864) and House Bill 1602 (H.R.1602). Both bills were introduced on their respective floors on March 25, 2015. S.864 was introduced by former Sen. Barbara Boxer (D-California), who retired earlier this year after the new Congress was sworn in. H.R.1602 was introduced by Rep. Janice Schakowsky (D-Illinois). The Senate bill was sent to a committee and the House bill to a subcommittee where they’ve sat for nearly two years.

What can we do? We can act. We can get involved. I have lobbied on Capitol Hill for nurses and I plan on being back up there again soon. It is an empowering feeling when you sit down to talk with a member of Congress about your concerns. Yes, there is the skepticism that they’re not listening, but they are. They do keep track of every meeting and they keep track of how many people are voicing their concerns about particular topics. Nothing, I repeat NOTHING, gets the attention of a member of Congress like a large group of people from their district or state that may vote against them in the next election. There are more than 3 million nurses in this country. We have tremendous potential, but only if we come together and present a united front.

Here’s what you can do - visit this website: http://www.nationalnursesunited.org/issues/entry/ratios and educate yourself on the topic and the bills currently in committee, and then call your Senators and/or Congressperson and tell them to support S.864 and H.R.1602, respectively.

TL;DR - There are no Federal laws enforcing safe nurse-to-patient ratios. California is the only state that does. There are two bills that would change that, but they’ve been in congressional purgatory for two years. Call your representatives today and tell them to vote/support H.R.1602 and S.864!

Sincerely,
Mursenary Gary

Deconstructing Medical Interview Questions- Question 2- Why do you want to be a Doctor and not a Nurse?

As requested by arabgirl88 :)

Everyone- literally everyone- dreads this question. One of my friends has a particular hatred of this question because in one of his interviews, one of the interviewers asked him this question, and when he mentioned research the interviewer asked him why not a Scientist and when he mentioned teaching asked why not a Teacher and so on and so forth in a spiralling nightmare of “Why a Doctor and not This-Other-Job-Which-Also-Does-This?” until one of the other interviewers effectively told Interviewer Number 1 to shut up. 

So. Assuming you won’t end up in the same terrible situation as my friend, why a Doctor and not a Nurse/ another allied healthcare profession? 

Okay, so I’m going to work on the assumption you’ve never Googled this before and start from the basics.

Do NOT at any point in your response criticise nurses. Their jobs are difficult. As a doctor, you simply won’t have much time to give individual patients while for nurses- this is their job. Healing isn’t just physical and often nurses can give the emotional support patients need to get better or at least, feel more comfortable. They are also heavily involved in the day-to-day running of wards and doing jobs that need to be done which doctors just don’t even consider or, if they do, at least don’t consider part of their job. Just try and work effectively in a ward after pissing off the nurses, I challenge you. 

So yeah, in response to this question, NUMBER ONE: Always acknowledge that nurses are incredibly important in the functioning of a ward and also in the healing process of patients. Medicine is a profession where teamwork is fundamental, and patient health relies on strong communication between doctors and nurses who spend much more time with patients and so can report on what has occurred between ward rounds. For bonus points, you can also mention that nurses have a lot more responsibility in roles more traditionally considered the doctor’s. Some can prescribe medicine, participate in research and nurse specialists can even gain clinical expertise in certain fields.

HOWEVER: You want to be a doctor because it allows you to go a step further. While only some nurses can prescribe, all doctors can. While nurses who specialise tend to have clinical expertise in that one area, as a doctor you have been trained to have a strong grounding in all areas and so recognise co-morbidities, with the ability to continue even further in specialties and join the Royal Colleges which nurses do not have the clinical training to do. Nurses may get involved in and play an important role in research, but doctors are the ones who run and lead the projects. If you have an interest in surgery, you can mention that while some nurses are allowed to scrub in, they will never be running or leading the surgery. Doctors also have a responsibility to teaching their juniors, so if this is something which interests you, you can also mention that. Basically- you can’t say EVERYTHING, so pick whatever reasons truly DO make you want to be a doctor instead of a nurse. 

If I were asked this question I think I would conclude by saying that even though I firmly believe that without nurses, wards would collapse and patient care would severely deteriorate- I am interested in the flexibility, leadership and potential associated with being a doctor, which would let me take the reigns in most situations and give me ultimate responsibility for my patients. 

“Quittable”

Two years ago, I was ready to quit nursing.

Not in the conventional, end of shift, I can’t wait to get out of here, way.

Not in the new graduate, holy hell, I can’t do this, I’m quitting sort of way,

Not in the burned out, I’m so tired of it all, way.

All legitimate, except there are people who will tell you, no, you just need to suck it up. “Nurses aren’t quitters.”

Two years ago, I contemplated quitting the profession,

I didn’t care that I had earned two degrees, it didn’t matter that I was a Masters prepared nurse.

It only mattered I wanted to quit, and there would be something better out there, something I wasn’t failing at.

And so, I quit.

I spent time without employment, without prospects, without a clear direction of where I was heading. The people closest to me at the time suggested, perhaps it’s time to look into other professions, sustainable ones. I was met with pity, which is by far, exponentially worse than any misery met in the employ of a dictator.

But you see, I didn’t just quit the profession, I had quit the part of me that wasn’t “quittable.”  

I spent time explaining, soon realizing you cannot explain rock bottom to people who haven’t experienced it, you cannot explain the despair incomparable to the daily frustrations everyone surely feels. You cannot explain, to those who are insistent that if you simply change your attitude, all will be peachy.

And so, I learned you cannot explain.

But i contemplated attitude.

I contemplated that you can be the most motivated person,

…and walk in the door to a group of consistently negative people

You can have great ideas,

…and face an employer who shoots every one of them down, autocratic style

You can greet each day with hope, a quiet sort of new beginning,

…and still face the same  snide remarks, running commentary, ad nauseam

I contemplated what it means to spend an hour, a day, a week, a working life in an unhealthy environment,

and I quit.

I listened, as my employer called me “a quitter,”

But, I saw it as escape.

You see, we sometimes misinterpret the idea of quitting - and its nuance; the difference between what your gut instinct tells you is not inherently a good place to be, to grow - and experiencing tough times,  perhaps being exceptionally tough on yourself for where you are in that moment.

I was relieved, but I didn’t know it yet.

Fast Forward one year

I’m in a chair, a panel, being interviewed, but really, I’m interviewing them. Nurses are champions at assessing people without giving away what they’ve seen. My mistake? Just over a  year before I didn’t trust my instinct when in precisely the same position. I didn’t trust the raw instinct that whispered… …something is amiss.

I’m in this chair, as they speak, I’m observing their interaction with one another, I’m observing reactions of others when someone speaks, what they say, tone, what they choose to tell about their organization, what they choose to keep silent about.

I’m in this chair, contemplating if this is an environment that I will be safe to be me.

Fast forward  almost two years from QUIT

I’m safe.

And I know this, as I’ve experienced it before. I’ve felt this before, I’ve worked with nurses, on nursing units, in hospitals where I’ve felt safe and supported. I knew this was possible, but I quit that part of me that handn’t remembered this is also an important part of nursing structure, and it does exist.

I’m safe, for now, in this moment, and this is what counts.

Yesterday

I walked onto one of the units I cover, and was met with a registered nurse who was experiencing difficulty with some recent education, although as I looked into her face, I read an all too familiar look.

I took her nurse manager aside.

“I know this look,”I said.

“No, she’s just stressed about the changes here.”

I pulled the nurse aside, away from the exposure of the unit, the spotlight of being watched by coworkers, and she spoke. And I listened. She spoke about being the target of her coworkers, people who had been her friends, her confidants, people she trusted, an environment she trusted to go to for 12.5 hours each day  an environment that was now unfamiliar, and cold. And my heart broke for her. It wasn’t pity, it was understanding. My heart broke for how long she had possibly been feeling like this, and expected to perform her duties, nurse mask on, expected to work alongside people who smiled to her face, and cunningly targeted her when the curtain areas, medication room, supply room doors were closed.

I stood for a moment, at the door of the unit, and thought about this world of  nursing, the most “trusted profession in America,” and as much as I thought I had closed my own door to this, my work was just beginning, work that was decidedly more important to me than some of the most arbitrary inservices we do over, and over again.

Nurses work too long,  and too hard in what they do to be in places or positions that are uncomfortable or unsupportive. I have more work to do, and I’m grateful I’m in a position to not just speak out about this, but act on it to support others through their own trials.

So the next time someone tells you they want to quit, listen….maybe we need to take them seriously. Take their concerns seriously. Burnout, feelings of failure, unsupportive work environment, autocratic employers. Take them seriously, without offering platitudes that “everything will be ok, just suck it up.” 

Quitting doesn’t mean you’ve failed. Sometimes you need to quit to move forward.

Little prayer before your dream interview

anonymous asked:

I just got a job interview for an undergrad nurse position and I was wondering if you had any tips on how to prepare for it. Thank you so much!!

Congratulations! OK, let’s get down to business! First, research the hospital. Find out as much about it as you can. Are they a magnet hospital? Who is the medical director? Look for news articles (hopefully positive) about the hospital and keep it in your noggin in case there’s an opportunity during the interview to bring it up. Sometimes they’ll ask you, “So, what do you know about our hospital/floor?” Always good to be prepared for that question.

On the day of the interview, dress appropriately. Even if they tell me to wear scrubs, I wear dress clothes and bring a pair of scrubs with me. Arrive early! Arrive early. ARRIVE EARLY. 

Originally posted by jeunetrentenaire

When you get there, introduce yourself to the receptionist, or whoever is there to greet you. Get their name and remember it. Don’t forget to smile.

When I go to an interview, I always take at least two copies of my resume and the cover letter I sent to that particular employer. Make sure it is updated and doesn’t contain any spelling errors.

If you haven’t already, fire up the old Google machine and look for “most common job interview questions” and conduct your own mock interview. Heck, if you have a friend or family member that’s willing to play along, have them be the potential employer and ask you the questions. Trust me, it will help!

If, during the interview, you do not know the answer to a question, DO NOT PANIC! Simply tell them, “That’s a very good question. Would it be OK if I gave that some thought and came back to it later?” At this point, write down the question in your notebook or piece of paper so you don’t forget.

Originally posted by becausebirds

At my previous job, I sat on several hiring committees and believe me when I say that we will search the interwebz for you. I suggest you do the same and see what comes up. If there are photos or posts that you’d rather the hospital/facility not see, lock down your social networking profiles. Seriously.

Originally posted by imagine-my-universe

Lastly, get the names (first and last) of every person who interviews you. Make sure you send them a hand-written note of thanks immediately following the interviews. Like the next day.

Originally posted by sunshine-summer-trip

One final bit of advice… if you don’t own a copy of @nurseeyeroll ‘s book Becoming Nursey, I highly recommend it. Chapter 3 is all about landing a job (and keeping it) after you graduate. Kati Kleber has a great section about interviewing for RN jobs (p. 40). And even after all my years of experience, I learned a lot from her book. For $13 on Amazon, it’s a great deal and well worth your money. And, in case anyone is wondering, no, I don’t get a penny for promoting the book. I paid full price and it was worth it to me both as a student and now as a licensed RN.

Best of luck with the interview! Drop me a line and let me know how it went!

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm about to graduate nursing school and am a bit nervous to start the interview process. Have any suggestions? THANKS!

Hi! Congrats on nearing the end of nursing school! So exciting! Interviewing can be nerve racking for sure. Here you’ve done all this work of just surviving during nursing school and now you’ve got about an hour to prove to some panel of people that you’re worth hiring and putting those skills to use. 

I actually just spent a day sitting in interviews for nurses who want to join our new grad program. Here are some {lengthy!} things that would be helpful to keep in mind (side note, these are good for any RN interviews, no matter how long you’ve been doing it and (2) while some of these may seem critical of the interviewee, please know that I LOVE new RNs and student nurses and this is all said out of wanting you all to do the best you can):

1. Research the hospital/institution you want to work for. We’re looking to see that you’re going to be a good match, for our retainment purposes as well as your own job satisfaction. My hospital asks specifically what you’ve heard about us that makes you want to work there. Be specific and genuine. That fact that we’re Magnet is great but not the end all be all. I chose my hospital because of their commitment to diversity. At another hospital you may value their Christian mission. Whatever it is, show that you have a basic understanding of who you’ll be working for and why that means something to your personally.

2. Many interview questions are behavioral based now. What that means is we’re asking you questions to try to understand how you think and will approach a situation. You should answer these in three succinct parts. (1) what the situation was (2) what did you do about it [not your nurse/instructor/preceptor] (3) and what was the result. We’re not looking for perfect situations. You’re a new nurse, you won’t do everything right. But you should be able to show your process for working through things. And if you didn’t do it exactly right, tell us how you’ve learned from that situation and what you would do differently next time. Also there are some basic themes to these type of questions. For example, a tough clinical case, what you did when you had a patient diagnosis you weren’t familiar with, how do you handle conflict, etc.

2a. Personal pet peeve. Do NOT tell me that you’ve never had conflict. Do NOT tell me you hate and/or avoid conflict. This isn’t healthy. Everyone has conflict at some point. We’re not asking you about a shouting match or a fist fight. We’re asking how you handled a difference of opinion, a misunderstanding, or a difficult patient. Conflict can be a good thing! Challenging others and ourselves helps us grow. Show that introspection and maturity in your answer.

3. In conjunction with #2, be thinking about your previous clinical situations before the interview. Have a crazy story? Chances are that’s the one you’re going to want to share with us. Memorable for you will be memorable for us. Especially when we’re interviewing dozens of people for only a few select spots.

4. ASK. US. QUESTIONS. I don’t care if you think you found out everything you need to know from the hospital’s website or recruiter. This is the 45 minutes or so you have to convince us that we want to hire you. We want to have a conversation with you. Even if it’s, “the recruiter told me a lot about your great staffing ratios, how did you come up with those?” or “I saw on your website that you recently embarked on xxx study. I was interested in what other kinds of studies you do, or how are the bedside nurses involved in efforts like these?” so on and so forth 

5. Think about what you want to convey to us at the beginning of the interview and let that be your theme throughout. What makes you you? Are you naturally funny? Tell us a story about how joking around with a patient distracted them during a painful wound dressing change. Are you a nut for details? Tell us about how you caught an error before it hit your patient. 

6. Don’t worry too much about being nervous. Prepare ahead of time and the rest will come. We know that you’ll be nervous, your first RN job is a big deal. But the thing is, we’ve all sat in that chair. And no matter how your interviewer comes across, they all want you to do well and be successful. If you’re not a match, it’s okay. (repeat that, alright?) Being a match is important. Being happy at your job is important. You interviewer is trying hard to determine if they’re going to be an equally good match for you. So a “no” is not always a bad thing. 

I hope this all helps! Feel free to add or ask any other specific questions about the interview process that you have. Of course every hospital will be a little different but I think this will get you started. They’re are a lot of articles out there on this too that you can find through a google search. Also try your career services dept on campus who can practice interviewing with you. 

Deliciously Broken ii

Request(s): OMG! Part 2 to deliciously broken please!!! Please do a part 2 to Deliciously Broken, like its so good and I need like 20 more chapters or something 😂 Like omgggggg so good ; part 2 of deliciously broken please!! part two please!!! it was so good ; Second part to Deliciously Broken? ; Can you do a part two to deliciously broken it’s so good!!

Summary: After being attacked by the Nogitsune, the reader is in the hospital. She’s afraid of Stiles (for obvious reasons) and can’t seem to figure out why everyone is so hell-bent on insisting that he wasn’t the one who hurt her. But maybe another visit from the fox spirit can shed some light on that. Takes place during season 3B. Slightly un-canon maybe???

Warnings: creepy Nogitsune Stiles, violence, bodily injury, symptoms of surviving choking, emotional trauma, sexual themes (???)

part ii of this 

Note: I’m having wayyy too much fun with this yall. Once again, this is hella dark and hella long. I’m already planning a part iii hahaha. I hope yall enjoy!


“Someone broke into your house,” is what he tells me. “They didn’t take anything, but they did knock you around a bit. Stiles happened to be arriving home at the time and heard the commotion. He came over to help. Stiles didn’t get a good look at the guy – he ran as soon as Stiles came in with his bat – and then Stiles called EMS.”

         I stare at Sheriff Stilinski blankly. “That’s the story?” I ask, unable to keep my tone from sounding cynical. “That’s what you told everybody?”

         He sighs, blue eyes exhausted. “What else am I supposed to do?” He throws out his hands slightly, the little notepad in his hand flipping shut. “He’s my son.”

         “He attacked me.” I spit, leaning forward as much as I can in the hospital bed. “He threw me around and said these… things…”

         “That wasn’t Stiles.” Sheriff Stilinski insists.

         My jaw drops. “How can you even say that? You know it was Stiles. You know it. Honestly, Sheriff, I thought you were a man of integrity. I guess I was wrong.”

         “You don’t understand, Y/N,” he pleads. “It really wasn’t him.”

         I grit my teeth. “He bit me. I guarantee you’ll be able to match up his dental records with the mark on my shoulder.”

         Sheriff Stilinski runs a hand down his face. “You’re not listening to me. It wasn’t Stiles. Yes, it was Stiles’ body, but it wasn’t Stiles.

         I glare at him, crossing my arms. “Are you making fun of me or something?” I snap. “Are you trying to tell me that Stiles was possessed? Are you serious right now?”

         “Yes!” I nearly jump out of my skin when he gestures toward me. “That’s exactly what I’m trying to tell you! Stiles was possessed.”

         I grimace, throat sore from all the talking after being nearly strangled not too long ago. “Sheriff, look, I know that’s probably what you want to tell yourself. I don’t want to believe that Stiles did this to me either. But it was Stiles, and he did do this to me. We can’t change that.”

         Sheriff Stilinski shakes his head firmly, lips pressed together in a tight line. “You’re wrong,” he says. Then he flips open the notepad again. “I can understand you not remembering certain elements of the initial break-in due to your head trauma, but I need you to try and describe the man who attacked you as well as you can.”

         “You’re still going with this?” I nearly scream from frustration. “Are you crazy?”

         Nurse McCall pokes her head in. “Knock knock,” she says. “Just wanted to check on you, Y/N. How are you feeling?” She comes to stand beside my bed. Her eyes widen when she examines the machines that are hooked up to me. “Your blood pressure is-”

         “She’s just a little upset. I’m trying to get information about the night everything happened.” Sheriff Stilinski reassures her.

         “Oh, of course.” She nods her understanding.

         “A little upset?” I practically shriek. I turn to Nurse McCall desperately. “He wants me to lie! Everything – the whole story about what happened, all of it – it’s a lie! Stiles did this to me, and he can’t face facts!”

         Nurse McCall’s eyes widen at my outburst. I feel myself calm slightly, glad I got that off my chest. Now hopefully she’ll be able to tell whoever it is she needs to tell and get Sheriff Stilinski suspended or something. At least taken off my case. I can understand not wanting to have to go against his son, but this is ridiculous.      

         “Y/N, honey,” she starts, biting her lip. “Stiles didn’t do this to you.”

         I just stare at her.

         “You hit your head a few times, so it’s natural that your memory is a little fuzzy.” She gives me an encouraging smile. I forgot that she’s Scott’s mother. Of course she’s going to side with Sheriff Stilinski. Her son is best friends with Stiles.

         “My memory is perfectly fine.” I say coolly. “I remember everything.”

         “Excellent!” Sheriff Stilinski clicks his pen. “How about we start with a basic description of our suspect?”

         “Tall. Thin. Pale. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Freckles.”

         “Right,” Sheriff Stilinski’s pen flies across the page. “Short. Stocky. Tanned. Light hair. Blue eyes. Clear skin.” He gives me a tight smile. “Got it.”

         I groan.

         Nurse McCall checks my vitals while Sheriff Stilinski asks me a few more questions. Eventually I get fed up with him twisting my words around, so when he asks the last question, I say, “I’m sure you already know my answer.”

         “Right,” he says flatly. He doesn’t seem to like this at all.

         “Is that all for the interview, Sheriff?” Nurse McCall asks. “Y/N has a few visitors in the waiting room.”

         I sigh and lean my head back against the pillows. I have a sneaking suspicion that the visitor is Mom. She comes by at least four times a day to check on me. I bite my lip. Maybe I can tell her about Sheriff Stilinski and Nurse McCall and Stiles and all of this…

         “We’re finished here,” he confirms. He rises and stretches, popping his back. “I’m getting too old for this.”

         “Well maybe you won’t be doing ‘this’ for much longer.” I spit the words before I can stop myself. “I’m going to tell my mother about-”

         “Don’t you breathe a word of this to her.” Sheriff Stilinski warns. There’s something icy in his tone that stops me faster than the strange black figure had a few nights ago. And for some reason, I find myself swallowing hard and nodding, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes.

         Sheriff Stilinski lets out a sigh as he stares at me. Then he and Nurse McCall walk out the door, murmuring to one another. I sit and wait with my arms crossed.

         The door slowly opens. “Hey Y/N,” Scott says casually. He gives me a small smile.

         “Scott?” I push myself into a better sitting position. “What are you doing here-” I stop. It’s like the breath has been knocked out of me.

         Two light brown eyes peer over Scott’s shoulder cautiously, fixing me with an almost fearful look.

         I hear my heart rate monitor sky-rocket in three seconds.

         “Easy,” Scott says. He steps into the room, Stiles close behind him. “We just want to talk.”

         “Keep him away from me.” The words sound foreign as I gasp them out, no louder than a faint, terrified whisper.

         “He’s not going to hurt you.” Scott takes another careful step. “He never did hurt you. Trust me, okay?”

         I shake my head, the waterworks finally spilling over. “Get him away, Scott.”

         “Y/N, listen to me-”

         “I don’t want him to come near me.” I beg. “Get him out of here, Scott.” I’m full on sobbing now, pressed against the farthest side of my bed, shaking hard.

         “You don’t understand-”

         “Y/N.”

         Just hearing Stiles say my name, hearing his voice form the word, seeing his lips shape it sends me into hysterics. I scream, praying that someone with some sense and no strange devotion to covering Stiles Stilinski’s ass will hear me and come help – well, I scream as best as I can with a sore throat and raspy-ish voice.

         “Y/N, please…” Stiles continues. His jaw trembles. I can see his eyes sparkle as they fill with tears. “Please don’t be scared of me.”

         You should be scared. The words ring in my ears. My heart is slamming against my chest. My shoulder burns in a circular crescent. I scream again and again and again but no one comes. My throat burns. My mouth is dry.

         Scott is by my bedside now. Stiles is right behind him. His palms are raised in surrender, eyes innocent and wide and beautiful as ever. It feels like a knife plunges through my chest.

         Without thinking about the consequences, I rip off the surgical tape and yank my IV out. I scream from the pain this time.

         “Woah, Y/N, what are you doing? Calm down! Everything’s okay!” Scott rambles.

         I don’t listen. All I can hear is a sick sort of chuckle; all I can see are rimmed eyes and a wide, grinning mouth.

         My unsteady feet hit the tile floor. I’m running. I burst through the doors and dash down the hallway, ignoring the calls behind me from Scott and Stiles. Everything blurs with my tears and stings my eyes.

         Wouldn’t you know it, Nurse McCall is the only hospital staff on my floor. She’s standing at the elevator beside Sheriff Stilinski. They heard me yelling for help the entire time and didn’t do anything.

         I duck my head and prepare to charge straight past them into the elevator, but arms are around my waist. Memories rush through my head as the blood from my wrist trickles onto my hospital gown; I can picture the Stiles who attacked me licking it off and cooing about how sweet my anguish tastes.

         “Y/N, take it easy!” Scott hollers in my ear, jostling me slightly as I fight in his grasp. “It’s me! No one is going to hurt you!”

         It’s like I can’t hear him. All I can think is that I need to get as far away from Stiles as possible.

         “Set her down, Scott. She’s not going anywhere.” Sheriff Stilinski says firmly.

         Slowly, Scott lets my feet touch the floor. Immediately I scramble away from him, pressing my back against the closed elevator doors. All four of them stare at me, taking in the tears tracing my cheeks and jumping shoulders.

         I turn to Nurse McCall in a last ditch effort. “Please don’t let him touch me,” I cry. “Please don’t let him near me. Please, please, please.”

         “Okay,” she promises. “Stiles will keep his distance.”

         “But-” Scott pipes up. Nurse McCall cut him off with a glare.

         Then she turns back to me. “Let’s get you back to your room, okay? You’re doing much better than I originally thought. I didn’t think you’d be mobile yet with that bruising on your back. You might be going home sooner.”

         “Bruising on her back?” Sheriff Stilinski echoes as Nurse McCall pulls me to her side. I’m pressed between her scrub-clad body and the wall. Oddly, I feel secure. Although she seems to think Stiles is innocent, at least she can see that I don’t want to be near him and respects that. “I don’t remember reading that in her injury report.”

         Nurse McCall pushes my hair off my shoulder. “Severe bruising on the back, head, hips, biceps, throat, and thighs. A few blood vessels busted in the eyes. Bite marks on the shoulder and neck. Scratches on the stomach and upper chest.”

         They stand in stunned silence. I can’t bring myself to look at Stiles, but out of the corner of my eye I can see him sway like he’s about to pass out. “God,” he whispers. “What did Void do?”

         I don’t have a chance to ask who this ‘Void’ is or why he’s the one they’re accusing of doing this to me. Nurse McCall has my unbruised bicep in a firm grasp and is towing me down the hall.

         She helps me back into bed. I look away when she puts the IV in, flinching at the discomfort. “Let’s try not to rip this out anymore, Wonder Woman.” She smiles at me before brushing my hair back. “I’m so sorry about all of this, Y/N.”

         I just nod. My throat hurts too much to say anything.

         “You need to get some sleep.” She tells me, pulling the scratchy sheets up to my chest.

         I agree with her, but when she leaves, I find myself unable to shut my eyes. Every time I do, my chest feels tight as my heart begins to skip, worried that Stiles might come in or… Void… might come back. Should I even believe that this ‘Void’ even did this? Is that falling for their trap?

         When Nurse McCall comes back in the check on me, she grimaces. “Come on, Y/N; you really need rest.” She brings a bag of clear liquid and hooks it up to my IV. “This ought to help.”

         “I-I don’t want to sleep.” I feebly try to fight against the medication. “I don’t want him to… to…” My eyes already feel extremely heavy; my muscles relax without any hesitation.

         “Y/N, honey, listen to me very carefully.” Her serious brown eyes are unwavering. “I know you don’t trust Stiles right now, but he and Scott are right outside this room. They’re not going to let that thing hurt you again, okay?”

         “The thing…” I whisper. I can feel my heart slowing. I blink slowly…

She’s gone. The windows are dark, although I could’ve sworn it was daylight two seconds ago. Now it seems like it’s the wee morning hours. The too-bright fluorescents above me have gone out.

         The machine beside me has stopped chirping. I crane my neck to see that it’s not even there.

         “Y/N…”

         I lurch up, head on a distressed swivel as I examine the empty room. I know for a fact that I heard him… it… Void… whatever. I know I did.

         A light chuckle by my ear. When I wrench around, there’s no one there. The sing-song voice continues. “It doesn’t matter where you go… or what you do… or who you have to protect you…”

         Footfalls across the tile floor now. I close my eyes and bite my lip hard, not wanting to believe that this is happening.

         When I turn, he’s there, creeping toward me. “You can’t escape me.” He grins then; it’s sick and twisted and looks so unlike the Stiles I know that suddenly this whole ‘Void’ thing doesn’t seem quite so crazy after all.

         “What do you want?” My voice is strong yet hushed. He doesn’t answer me; he just strolls closer. One pale hand reaches out to stroke my cheek. I jerk away from him. “Don’t touch me!” I spit.

         He raises an eyebrow. “Do you remember what happened the last time you tried to resist me?” He pulls up a chair and perches on the end of it, admiring me. “Don’t fight me, Y/N.”

         “Why not?” A confidence arises in me. “This isn’t real.”

         “How do you know?”

         “This is a dream. It’s night; the lights are off; I don’t have an IV… and most importantly, Scott and Stiles would never have let you in here.”

         Void-Stiles sits back in the chair, impressed. He nods as he gives me an appraising look. “You’re right. This is a dream.”

         I let out a breath. I’ve won. I found the loop-hole in his threats. Of course now this might prompt him to visit me more when I’m conscious…

         “But you know what I love about dreams?” he continues. “Pain, suffering… it all still feels real.”

         He leans forward suddenly, hovering over me. “For example…” He takes my wrist in his hands, licking over his lips. “If I were to do this…” He snaps the bones easily. My back arches and I let out a scream. “You aren’t harmed in reality, but here? Inside your pretty little head?” He hums, tightening his grip on my arm. “It tastes just as sweet.”

         I whimper softly when he drops my arm onto the bed. His wide dark eyes are focused on the IV tube. “What’s this?” he asks with a crooked smile. “You made dessert?”

         Void-Stiles moves around the bed to behold the still-wet trail of blood from my ripping the IV out. “That looks like it hurt,” he muses. Then, in one fluid motion, he takes the IV out. I gasp, seeing the blood bubble on my skin as it rushes to get out.

         “Yes, that hurts terribly, doesn’t it, Y/N?” His voice is husky. His lips find the sensitive area, sucking gently. He peers up at me, and for the first time I notice that his eyes aren’t merely dark. They’re nearly black. There’s no hint of the familiar honey-brown.

         Not Stiles. This isn’t Stiles. Why did I take so long to figure that out? Why did I need other people to tell me what is so clear?

         Void pulls away abruptly. He looks troubled. Then realization crosses his face. “Clever girl,” he states. “Finally figured out that I’m not Stiles. Your silly little crush isn’t the one hurting you.”

         He places a knee on the edge of the bed. I push myself up into a better sitting position, but he yanks me back down. I lay beneath him, staring up into those soulless eyes.

         “But I feel like Stiles, don’t I?” He hums, running a hand up my thigh. “And I look like Stiles.” The other knee comes up; he’s straddling my legs. “And I sound like Stiles.” He leans in close, face hovering over mine. I can feel his breath hitting my lips. “And I bet if you closed your eyes, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. It would be like Stiles actually wanted you, actually cared for you. But it wouldn’t be real, and that would have to hurt a little.”

         I grit my teeth and turn my head. He chuckles before leaning down to skim his nose along my neck. “I can feel your little heart breaking. It’s almost better than physical pain.” He licks over my jugular. “You love him so much… mmm…”

         “Get off of me.”

         “And who does he love?” he seethes.

         “Get off.”  

         “Who does he love?” Void loses patience, slamming his hand down beside my head. I glare up at him, and his mouth breaks into a grin. “Lydia. He loves Lydia.” He shakes his head, eyes dancing with mirth. “Not you.”

         The lights come on. The windows let gray light in from the winter afternoon. The machine beside me beeps. My IV is still in. My wrist is fine.

         Nurse McCall is just leaving the room. As she’s turning to shut the door behind her, she sees that I’m awake. She gives me a brief greeting. “Can I get you anything?”

         I can’t believe the words are coming out of my mouth, especially after all the fuss I made earlier. She’s shocked too. But I hadn’t known at the time. And now I want to apologize, and maybe find out a little more about what’s going on.

         “I want to talk to Stiles.”


part iii

On a Hunting Trip - Cheryl/Aria

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“Daniel, I will be back in time for my nursing school interview.” Aria smiled. “Have fun, dear.” He said.

Cheryl was waiting at the car with Aziza when Aria arrived.  “We haven’t seen Marik for a few days,” she told the younger sister. 

@Valentine.

What?

It was a single question that flowed through the flower girl’s mind as she stared down at the paper, the fine type blurring for a moment as she read over the truth of the letter in hand. Processing it’s information, the paper dropped, fluttering down to the ground as she raised a palm to her chest, her heart beating rapidly with a mixture of shock and…excitement? She had to tell someone. She had to let them know! Bending to retrieve her coveted piece of intelligence, the Cetra turned before breaking into a run, her boots thudding along the ground as she tried to find a familiar face to revel in her joy and share this happy moment after weeks of misery.

It ended up being Mr.Valentine in the end, since, just like Tseng, he knew the intricacies of her rambling better than anyone. Never slowing her pace, Aerith continued to run until she found him, the unsuspecting Turk quite contentedly minding his own business, until the moment she pounced. Her arms were around his neck as she bounced on the spot, her lips pressing to that spot right between his eyes as she squealed almost triumphantly and continued to cuddle the unlikely victim of her elation. “Midgar Hospital’s giving me an interview to be a nurse, Mr.Valentine! I can finally be qualified to look after everyone!”

Surviving the Nursing Interview Process

1. Panels:

(an introvert’s nightmare). The top dog, the underdog, 2 people who really have nothing to do with the job you’ll be doing, but they’re there anyway, plus some random clinical nurse specialist, and then there is the real decision maker - the person who has the job you hope to get. Six of them…one of you. Everyone is afforded their turn asking questions that seem to be designed more to impress the others in the room, questions not necessarily affiliated with the position, questions you have no hope of answering on the spot without some well thought out answer.

2. One on one:

The interviewer, and you. Small talk. no escape. (Bless the person who invented skype, or those who welcome telephone interviews). What are your strengths, what are your weaknesses? How have you resolved conflict? Are you a team player? (Questions maybe more designed to test your honesty about your weaknesses - since the weaknesses you’re thinking of maybe won’t get you the job). Give examples, (short ones) to help them keep you in mind. They may ask why you want to work for them, what attracted you. Research their mission/values, prior - This actually will give you an idea if it is in line with yours. Simplicity in response.


3. The tour:

Kind of like a test drive, except they show you the best parts, skip introducing you to people who would potentially tell you what it’s really like working there. Soak it all in. They’re looking for the “right fit,” but so are you.

4. Role Reversal:

“What questions do you have for us?” At last, a moment for well thought out questions - level of support, preceptorship, expectations of the role, opportunities for growth. Response? All the right answers, almost as deduction vs. seduction for the right candidate, but nurses aren’t easily seduced once they’ve seen the reality of what’s out there. Honesty counts more than statements of grandeur.

5. Presentation Binder:

Keep copies of your resume, (for interviewers who have magically lost the one they had on file when they reached out to you). Keep little packets of your licenses, certifications, references, achievements, and health clearance. Have the originals in the presentation binder, most employers need to verify authenticity of licensure.

6. Presentation….Self:

Scrubs would be a blessing, but alas, no comfort allowed. Business attire, for the profession that spends approx 75% of their day dealing with excrement and substances of unknown origin.

7. The Art of Observing:

You learn a heck of a lot about people by mere observation, and listening. Watch their body language as they are describing aspects of the job, listen to how they describe their staff, listen to how they describe the role. Listen closely, they’re telling you their ideal person. Listen closer, it may be what they want - but not what you want.

8. BYO Plan:

A notebook, for your own reference (in case you draw a blank), tab sections of a) strengths/weaknesses, b) conflicts & how you resolved them, and c) your own questions. And a section to make notes (if needed).

9. Post game wrap up:

Eye contact, thank each person by name - even if you want to run from the room to deconstruct the scenario and figure out if you have a hope in hell. Emailing the interviewer(s) a short thank you for their time may be a nice touch, but what likely gets you the job is resultant of the hands on assessment that just occurred - it’s what we do as nurses, what they do as recruiters, and what everyone does as people when we are seizing up if a job/situation is right for us. Instinct.

10. Time and patience:

Surprisingly (or not), even though they may have made their decision instantly, they won’t always notify you right away. The wait can be as stressful as NCLEX, silent phones, empty email inbox. You may have nailed the interview, yet they decided you weren’t right. You may have blown the whole thing, and wanting a second chance. Never mind the superiority of interviewers/recrutiers. You may have discovered in all the interviews what you won’t settle for anymore. Following up vs. letting it be

10.5. Faith:

Breathe in, trust, breathe out, try it over.