Sadie Dianari Llave POV
As I briskly walked towards the nurse station, I noticed a familiar ID badge lying on the counter. It was mine, Sadie's ID. 
"Nurse Rhea," I called out to one of my fellow nurses who were at the station, "That's my ID. I must have left it somewhere. Can you please give it to me?"
Nurse Rhea, a kind and helpful colleague, looked up from her paperwork and smiled. "Of course, Sadie. No problem at all. Let me grab it for you."
I watched as she picked up the ID badge and handed it to me. "Here you go," she said, still wearing a friendly smile.
"Thank you so much, Nurse Rhea. You're a lifesaver!" I replied, relieved to have my ID back. It was essential for accessing patient records and medications, so losing it could have caused some complications.
As I fastened the ID back on my uniform, Dr. Harrison, one of the hospital's dedicated and respected surgeons, approached the nurse station. His dark eyes scanned the area, and when he spotted me, a faint smile crossed his face.
"Ah, Sadie, there you are," Dr. Harrison greeted me warmly. "I left your ID here; I hope you found it."
"Yes, Dr. Harrison, I just got it back from Nurse Rhea. Thank you for bringing it here," I replied, appreciating his thoughtfulness. "and uhm sorry about yesterday" i added.
I literally bumped to him that day, while i was busy attending the patient i didn't notice that he was already infront of me.
He nodded understandingly. "No worries. It happens to the best of us. Just make sure to keep
it secure. We don't want anyone gaining unauthorized access to sensitive information."
I assured him that I would be more careful and thanked him again. Dr. Harrison was known for being considerate and attentive, not just with his patients but also with the hospital staff. His presence always commanded respect, but he never hesitated to show appreciation for the hard work of the nurses and other medical professionals.
As I turned to attend to my next patient, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the supportive environment at our hospital. The teamwork and camaraderie among the staff were crucial in providing the best care for our patients.
Throughout the day, I continued my rounds, focused on providing compassionate care to each individual entrusted to my care. Dr. Harrison's reminder about the importance of safeguarding sensitive information stayed with me, and I made sure to be extra vigilant with my ID and other confidential documents.
In the busy and sometimes emotionally charged environment of a hospital, the small acts of kindness and consideration from colleagues like Nurse Rhea and Dr. Harrison made all the difference. They not only reminded me that I was part of a supportive team but also reinforced my commitment to delivering the best care possible to those in need. As a nurse, I understood the impact we could have on the lives of our patients and their families, and I was determined to continue giving my all to this noble profession.
I checked my folder and found out that  i still have one patient to attend before my shift ends.
"Skie, Room 334. Suffering from Anxiety" i whispered as i read her info's.
hm, anxiety.
As I entered Skie's room, the soft glow of the evening sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm, calming light on everything around me. Skie was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands nervously fidgeting in her lap. I could see the unease in her eyes as she looked up at me.
"Hi, Skie," I greeted her with a warm smile, trying to create an atmosphere of comfort and understanding. "I'm Sadie, your nurse for today."
Skie offered a timid smile in return, and I could tell she was trying her best to keep her emotions in check. Anxiety was no stranger to me, as I had encountered many patients who struggled with it, but each individual's experience was unique and required a personalized approach.
"Hello, Sadie," Skie replied softly, her voice quivering slightly. "I've been feeling really anxious lately, and it's been hard to cope."
"I'm here to help, Skie," I reassured her, pulling up a chair beside her bed. "Let's talk about what's been going on. Sometimes, sharing your feelings can make a big difference."
As Skie began to open up, I listened attentively, validating her emotions and providing a safe space for her to express herself. She spoke about the overwhelming sense of fear and worry that had been gripping her, making it difficult to focus on anything else.
"I feel like I'm losing control, and it scares me," Skie admitted, tears glistening in her eyes. "I don't know how to make it stop."
Taking her hand gently in mine, I offered her comfort. "It's okay to feel this way, Skie. Anxiety is something many people experience, and you are not alone. We can work through it together." I explained some grounding techniques to help Skie manage her anxiety in the moment.
We practiced deep breathing exercises, focusing on the present moment to alleviate the overwhelming thoughts. I also encouraged her to identify triggers and thoughts that exacerbated her anxiety, so we could address them during her treatment.
As the conversation continued, I could sense Skie beginning to relax, knowing that she was being heard and understood. Empathy and compassion were powerful tools in helping someone navigate the complexities of anxiety.
"We'll develop a care plan that suits your needs, Skie," I said, offering her a sense of hope and reassurance. "In the meantime, remember that it's okay to ask for help. You don't have to face this alone."
With each passing moment, Skie's anxiety seemed to subside slightly, and a glimmer of hope shone through. Knowing that she was not alone in her struggles and that there were steps we could take to alleviate her anxiety provided her with a sense of relief.
Before leaving the room, I made sure to check on Skie regularly, providing her with small gestures of support and encouragement throughout her stay at the hospital. Whether it was a reassuring smile or simply sitting beside her during difficult moments, I wanted her to know that I was there for her.
Helping Skie through her anxiety reminded me of the profound impact nurses could have on their patients' lives. It was not just about administering treatments or medications; it was about connecting with individuals, showing them kindness, and providing a healing touch that extended beyond the physical realm.
As I left Skie's room, I carried with me the knowledge that nursing was more than just a profession—it was a privilege to be part of someone's journey to healing and well-being. And for Skie, I hoped that our time together would mark the beginning of her path towards peace and resilience.