As a Nurse, I Was Assigned to Treat the Woman Who Made My Teenage Years a Living Hell – When She Recovered, She Told Me, ‘You Should Resign Immediately’

I didn’t tell anyone we knew each other. It felt childish, somehow. Like I should have outgrown it. Like pain from high school had an expiration date.

But every time she said “Library Lena,” my hands shook.

Finally, discharge day came.

I thought I was nearly free of her.

Then Dr. Stevens stopped me outside the supply room.

“Lena,” he said, “I’d like you to handle Room 304’s discharge personally. Let me know before you go in.”

Something in his tone made my nerves tighten.

“Of course,” I said.