‘My name is Darcy, I’m your nurse. I’m here to help you.’ I repeat the words I’ve said so many times. Except this time, I don’t mean it… If you saw me, you’d think I was pretty ordinary, I wear a crisp, white nursing uniform, my hands are scrubbed clean and you’d have no reason to believe I was anything other than a good citizen. A good nurse. But looks can be deceiving. You shouldn’t trust me – because I don’t even know if I can trust myself. Now I stare in the mirror – dark smudges under my eyes and blood on my hands – listening for the sound of police sirens. Because the truth is I had to do something terrible. I broke all the rules a nurse should follow. And now someone is dead.
