Reconstructing My Night Nurse

Never have I had motivation not to sleep and still lose the battle than when I met Aggie. She was my night nurse. Well, almost mine. She was Lameck’s. And other patients’. But she came to our room more often, or so I think.
I heard her before I saw her. The click clock of the high heels hitting the floor. Click, clock. Click, clock. And the door swung open. And there she was. In tight, black trousers, blue top and a white lab coat. A novel in the right side pocket of the white coat, her light face lined with a smile.