Cherry Ames, Senior Nurse: Book 2

224 Pages·2005·0.44 MB·English

by  Helen Wells

CHERRY AMES NURSE STORIES
CHERRY AMES
SENIOR NURSE
By
HELEN WELLS
New York
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Wells, Helen, 1910–
Cherry Ames, senior nurse / by Helen Wells.
p. cm. — (Cherry Ames nurse stories)
Summary: During their final year of training, Cherry Ames and her
friends at Spencer Hospital face difficult decisions about their futures
as nurses during wartime.
ISBN 0-97715-971-X (pbk.)
[1. Nurses—Fiction. 2. Hospitals—Fiction. 3. World War,
1939–1945—Fiction.] I. Title.
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Contents
FOREWORD vii
I Senior Year . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
1
II Dreams and Plans . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
21
III Two Strange People . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
29
IV Very Small Fry . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
41
V Midge Makes Mischief . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
59
VI An Orchid or Gardenias . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
78
VII Double Trouble . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
85
VIII Black Lace . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
101
IX Operating Room . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
111
X Mom Talks . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
132
XI Three Letters . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
158
XII Madame Zaza . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
164
XIII Lex Is Proven . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
177
XIV Day of Glory . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
202
XV Cherry Decides . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
211
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Foreword
Helen Wells, the author of the Cherry Ames stories,
said, “I’ve always thought of nursing, and perhaps you
have, too, as just about the most exciting, important,
and rewarding, profession there is. Can you think of
any other skill that is always needed by everybody,
everywhere?”
I was and still am a fan of Cherry Ames. Her coura-
geous dedication to her patients; her exciting escapades;
her thirst for knowledge; her intelligent application of
her nursing skills; and the respect she achieved as a reg-
istered nurse (RN) all made it clear to me that I was
going to follow in her footsteps and become a nurse—
nothing else would do. Thousands of other young peo-
ple were motivated by Cherry Ames to become RNs
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v FOREWORD
as well. Cherry Ames motivated young people on into
the 1970s, when the series ended. Readers who re-
member reading these books in the past will enjoy
rereading them now—whether or not they chose nurs-
ing as a career—and perhaps sharing them with others.
My career has been a rich and satisfying one, during
which I have delivered babies, saved lives, and cared for
people in hospitals and in their homes. I have worked
at the bedside and served as an administrator. I have
published journals, written articles, taught students,
consulted, and given expert testimony. Never once did
I regret my decision to enter nursing.
During the time that I was publishing a nursing
journal, I became acquainted with Robert Wells,
brother of Helen Wells. In the course of conversation
I learned that Ms. Wells had passed on and left the
Cherry Ames copyright to Mr. Wells. Because there is
a shortage of nurses here in the US today, I thought,
“Why not bring Cherry back to motivate a whole new
generation of young people? Why not ask Mr. Wells for
the copyright to Cherry Ames?” Mr. Wells agreed, and
the republished series is dedicated both to Helen
Wells, the original author, and to her brother Robert Wells
who transferred the rights to me. I am proud to ensure
the continuation of Cherry Ames into the twenty-first
century.
The final dedication is to you, both new and old
FOREWORD vi
readers of Cherry Ames: It is my dream that you enjoy
Cherry’s nursing skills as well as her escapades. I hope
that young readers will feel motivated to choose nurs-
ing as your life’s work. Remember, as Helen Wells
herself said: there’s no other skill that’s “alwaysneeded
by everybody, everywhere.”
Harriet Schulman Forman, RN, Ed.D.
Series Editor
chapter i
Senior Year
the rising bell clanged. cherry carefully
wrapped the covers around her ears, turned over and
went back to sleep.
When she awoke again, her eyes fell on the clock and
she leaped wildly out of bed. She had overslept a whole
half-hour! It was really late! Half-asleep, she dashed
automatically for the maple chest of drawers and
collided with a chair instead. Then Cherry remem-
bered. Of course—this wasn’t her old room—this was
her new room in Crowley, the residence for seniors
and graduate nurses! Starting this morning she was a
senior—and she was late! Cherry scrambled into her
clothes as the clock ticked loudly and warningly. She
ran to the closet and pulled out a crisp blue and white
striped uniform, with black chevrons on the shoulder.
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2 CHERRY AMES, SENIOR NURSE
Late or not, Cherry stopped for breath and a moment’s
gloating over those senior chevrons.
Then she dashed over to the mirror and slammed her
nurse’s cap on her head. A breathless girl of twenty
looked back at her—a slim, lovely girl with black eyes
and black curls, and cheeks and lips so red they had
earned her her name. She struggled to get her apron
tied, but the bow balked. Outside in the corridor,
instead of the usual bedlam of nurses, there was a
profound silence—they all had left for breakfast long
ago! “It’s still me,” Cherry marveled at her reflection.
“Cherry Ames, from Hilton, Illinois, a senior and not
changed a bit! Still tardy!”
She swept up her bandage scissors from where they
lay on her radio. That radio was a proud sign of her
brand-new estate, for Spencer Nursing School allowed
only seniors and graduate nurses to have radios. The
clock ticked louder than ever. Cherry raced out of her
room, dashed down the stairs and burst out of Crowley’s
front door. Far away, Cherry made out white figures
leaving the dining room, not entering it. “Late, late,
always late!” she mourned. “And I’m starving!”
But the nurses’dining room in Spencer Hall, at the
far end of the yard, was a good ten minutes’walk away,
she figured hungrily. And Cherry’s new assignment—
her first ward duty as a senior!—was way down at the
other end of the yard. Her friend Ann Evans, who was
SENIOR YEAR 3
assigned there too, probably already was on the ward.
“Q.E.D. no breakfast,” Cherry thought, and started off
at a sprint.
It was a sunny, bright blue morning, already hot at
seven o’clock. Cherry hurried down the flagstone path
past the many white hospital buildings, calling good
morning to brisk passing nurses and internes. This was
her world, she had earned a place in it, and she loved
it. That is, it was her world provided she could survive
her senior year. Cherry knew that this morning she was
embarking on the hardest of all her three years nurses
training, and was facing the severest tests so far. She
tried to think some serious thoughts about it. But all she
could think of was the gnawing in her stomach. She told
herself sternly, as she rounded the corner to the
Pediatrics Clinic, that the gnawing came from hunger
and not from nervousness. She was not scared about a
new and very difficult type of ward duty—Children’s
Ward—certainly not!
Cherry ran up the steps of the Children’s Clinic with
her full blue and white skirt swirling around her, her
crisp white apron crackling, and one hand anchoring
her pert white cap. Puffing, she got into the ground
floor just in time to see the elevator disappear upwards.
The dispensary with its rows of benches, its desks and
filing cabinets, its cubicles of examination rooms, was
deserted. Within two hours, it would be overflowing and