*Cracks open another unfinished tale* How about this one? Yes...I am in a writing frenzy right now, kthxbai

Warning: MorellieBashing, honestly, why leave a warning, I can't stand him! Drug use.

Enjoy, please review!

Nurse Me

Chapter 12

Make A Wish: PT. 1

"Wake up, Diesel," Brittany shook the slumbering boy awake, a crazed smile on her face, "Wake up! That's right, Vashmen, wakey wakey…"

"What in the-" Diesel cracked one glazed over eye open to take in Brittany's form, "Woman, what in the hell? It's…IT'S 1AM! Why are you waking me up?!"

Diesel was about to slug Brittany one good but stopped as the older teenager held up a duffle bag, a satisfied smile on her face. She tossed it to Diesel and the boy opened it, swearing loudly, seeing bankrolls of 100 dollar bills. Diesel looked to Brittany who nodded her head, tucking her hands in the pockets of the pants she wore. Now wide awake, Diesel noticed that Brittany was dressed as though she was about to go out somewhere.

Had the girl finally jumped off the deep end and was checking herself out? What in the-

"You have 30 minutes to pack your bags, Diesel, you have half a million dollars in that bag, I have fake IDs that look legit as fuck," Brittany held up a plastic ID card, "We're going to Vegas and crossing off all your wishes on your bucket list."

"…Are you on cocaine now?" Diesel asked, but he got up and ran over to his dresser to toss clothes on his bed, "And how are we going to get passed Nurse Jackie and Jeanne?!"

"Easy, peasy," Brittany waved him off, that smile never leaving her face, "They're coming with us!"

"I hope we're going to do lines of coke together, because whatever trip you're on, I want to join!" Diesel said as he grabbed his suitcase, "I'll be packed in ten minutes."

"Good, leave your jammies, on, we'll sleep on the private jet to Las Vegas, I gotta go wake up Heidi, Jeanne and Lula managed to convince Papi Carlos that an impromptu trip to Vegas would be fine for her!" Brittany was walking out the door of Diesel's room.

"How did you managed that?" Diesel asked, craning his head out the door, looking at Brittany's retreating back.

"Told him Stephanie was coming, and that the cancer hospital in Las Vegas knew we were coming for a short trip and would be on standby," Brittany shrugged her shoulders, "What can I say, I'm an heiress, let me waste my money in the way I want to!"

"I am not complaining, not one bit," Diesel said, going back into his room and looking at the bag full of money, "Holy shit, we're going to Vegas!"

Brittany entered Heidi's room and found the girl fast asleep, most likely in pain from the chemo she had done earlier. Brittany knew that Heidi would, starting at the end of next week, be taking her slot at the National Health Institute for experimental trials. It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that the end of the line for her was close, but, cancer was cancer and it took who it wanted, but Brittany was going to go out parrying and making everyone around her happy as fuck.

After a drab Christmas with too many depressed adults, including herself, Brittany wanted to see something else, other than these blue walls and all these sick faces. She managed to convince her grandfather to book an upscale, hardly heard of, hotel that was 100 feet away from the hospital in Las Vegas that housed the best cancer treatment in the Nevada Desert. He managed to completely book all the rooms, paid the owner of the hotel a little extra to make sure it was empty for the group coming. That including the Casino, the theater, the two restaurants.

"Consider it a Make A Wish thing," Her grandfather had told her, as he helped her plan this, "It's a good write too, but, if this makes things easier for, then we're doing it."

A limo was waiting on the side of the hospital because it sure would look sketchy, if three terminally ill children were just causally going to walk out of the hospital. A private medical jet was waiting at the local airport and the hotel would be at the ready, when they arrived there. It would sterilized and sanitized, plus it was a desert, it would be fine!

"Hey, Walking Dead 3," Brittany shook Heidi awake, with a smile on her face, "Wake up,"

"Brittany, ugh…." Heidi turned to look at the girl and then shook her head, "It's like, past midnight, isn't it a little too late at night to be wanting to get high at the tail end of Christmas?"

"Fuck off, I got edibles for that, speaking of…" Brittany pulled out a pack of gummies, pulled out two and stuffed them in Heidi's mouth, "Doctor THC's order, chew…" Brittany nodded her head as Heidi chewed the edibles, "Good, grab your coat, put your boots on, we're breaking out."

"What?" Heidi asked, slowly sitting in her bed, "We are?"

"Yes, we are, in fact, Papi's waiting downstairs in the limo for us," Brittany tucked her hands behind her back, "We're going to Vegas, where we're going to do underage drinking, gambling and anything else we want to do, my treat."

"….Are you on cocaine?" Brittany rolled her eyes at that question and held up Heidi's coat, "We-we're really going to Vegas.."

"Yes, now, get the hell up, let's go!" Brittany said, just as Diesel appeared in Heidi's doorway, holding his suitcase, "See, Diesel's packed, come on Manoso, I have fake IDs, and too much money and all the adults are on my side, let's….sin in sin city!"

"….Okay, let's go!" Heidi cracked a weak smile and then tossed the covers off her body and slid her legs out the bed, "Let's go to Vegas!"

What started off as an fine day, rolled into an awful one and ended on an odd note for Stephanie. It was a rare day off for her AND Lula and Lula had called her, asking for help, regarding Tank.

"Steph, white girl, Tanky Wankie is coming over tonight, and I don't have any dishes or nothing to make dinner for him," Lula had wailed in the phone, as Stephanie ate her pop-tart and drank her morning coffee in the living room, watching the morning news, "I want to make him a good meal, pork chops and all the good shit, but I have nothing to cook with or anything to eat with!"

"How are you living then?" Stephanie has asked, looking at the blizzard warning that scrolled across the bottom of the screen, "You make some money, I saw your Princeton paystub-"

"Yeah, well, I work almost 70 hours a week and live off Cluck in a Bucket and hospital food," Lula retorted, hackles raised, "Why the hell do I need things like dishes and shit in my apartment?"

"Because you might have sexy men coming over to eat food with you, that's why," Stephanie sighed, earning a 'Huh,' from Lula, "Well, what are you up to now? It's 9:30AM, let's head to the local mega mart that's on the outskirts of Trenton, we'll buy you some pots and pans, utensils, dishes and food for you to make dinner for 'Tanky Wankie!'"

"You come get me, my Thunderbird ain't built for winter weather," was all Lula huffed out, before hanging up on Stephanie.

"Tanky Wankie…" Stephanie snorted, turning off the TV, finishing her meager breakfast and heading upstairs to get ready for the day, "What an awful nickname…"

'At least Tanky Wankie is attentive and faithful to Lula,' a nasty voice, that sounded like Lula, quipped in Stephanie's mind as she turned the shower on to heat up the water, 'Where's your fucking husband, having an affair!'

Stephanie sighed to herself and got into the shower. About an hour later, her and Lula were in their local 'Mega Shop Rite,' looking at several different sets of pans.

"Non-stick, ceramic, stainless steel," Lula looked at all the boxes, "Which one is going to be less of a hassle to clean?"

"Non-stick," Stephanie said, "Here, get a good set, this one is affordable," She grabbed a set of pans, which was endorsed by some TV chef, and tossed it in their cart, "See, easy, we'll get the utensils and then grab the food and get the hell out of here."

Lula looked over to Stephanie, knew she was risking her head for asking this question but asked it anyways, "Heard from your wandering hus-"

"No, I hope he's in a fucking ditch, dead," Stephanie responded, not looking over to Lula as she set a dish set for 4 people in her cart, "I hope he had a fucking heart attack, throwing a tantrum about me working and earning more than him and I hope he died choking on a fucking, gah damn jelly bean!"

"I thought as much," Lula said innocently, looking over to Stephanie, "So, why don't you stay the day at my place, help me clean it, I'll make lunch and dinner, you take a plate home and enjoy your night off."

"Are those pork chops going to be fried?" Stephanie looked over to Lula, who nodded her head, "Sides?"

"Fried cabbage, mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, green beans, everything will be slathered in either butter or oil," Lula said, making Stephanie hum to herself, "Is that a yes?"

"You forgot the bread rolls, but sounds like a deal," Stephanie cracked a smile to Lula and then shook her head, "Besides, you only want me to help you clean your apartment, I saw a picture of it on your Instagram, when did you last clean it?"

"Look don't worry about that, it'll be clean tonight for Tanky!" Lula gushed, and then paused, "Fuck, I don't have a broom, or a vacuum cleaner, or and cleaning products…"

"How are you-" Stephanie growled to Lula but Lula cut her off.

"Hospital food and Cluck in a Bucket! We ain't going over this again!" Lula huffed, pushing the cart faster, "I ain't got no home training, well, I did! But I lost it!"

Stephanie quickly caught up to Lula, feeling a twinge of sadness for the woman. From what Lula would eek out to her and Jeanne, her childhood had been rough. Her mother had been a 'ho' popped out four kids, Lula being the oldest. Lula, from age 7 and up, helped her grandma raise her other three siblings while her mom did drugs and walked the streets in some town in North Carolina. When Lule became 15, she dropped out of school to get a job because money was tight and as the oldest she needed to step up. Her mother had 'taken under her wing,' and gave Lula to her pimp to join in on the family business. A few months later, CPS had been called in, her younger siblings were given to other family members but Lula and her mother, had been whisked off to New Jersey by the pimp.

'I talk to my siblings every now and again but…I ain't seen them in over 10 years, my brothers are doing fine, so's my sister, ain't none of them been pimps or sell they bodies, so that's fine, the Auntie that took my sister even made sure she went to college, so they all educated,' Lula had been proud, showing Stephanie pictures of her siblings and their growing families, 'They're happy as hell I'm in Princeton, the first in the family to go to an Ivy league!'

"At least I ain't lost the-" They had managed to get to the grocery section of the store, near the diary, but as soon as Lula turned the cart around the corner, her dark skin had paled and she was quickly turning the cart around, "Ya know what, I have butter at home!"

"But you told me you had only packets of hot sauce and diet coke at home," Stephanie argued grabbing the cart, "Lula, you also need eggs, milk, cheese an-"

"I'll make you a cottage pie, but we need milk for the potatoes," A woman said, that wasn't had Stephanie pausing, it was the man responding that had her stopping short.

"Hey now, I'm Italian, you gotta tell me what cottage pie is first!" Stephanie slowly grabbed the cart from Lula's slacked hands and steered it over to the diary section.

"Stephanie…wait…I don' think you really-" Lula started but Stephanie ignored her, her anger making her cheeks hot and a dull roar was rushing in her ears. That son a bitch, that . !

There he was, Joe fucking Morelli, in the middle of this big box chain store, bantering with the woman he was most likely living with, most likely?! In their cart were tampons, body wash for him, razors, fucking making a home with this bitch?! All the while, complaining to Stephanie about how she let her job get in the way of their marriage?!

The woman was holding a block of cheese, giggling to Joe, Stephanie's fucking husband, before she leaned in and kissed him-

'CRASH!' Stephanie didn't even hesitate to crash her cart into theirs. Joe and the woman looked and Joe paled, seeing Stephanie's enraged face. The woman looked to Stephanie and then to Joe and then her face paled.

"That's right…" Stephanie hissed, as Lula came to grab her arm, "Knock it off, Lula, let me say my piece!"

Stephanie turned back to the couple and sneered, enraged, "So…THIS IS WHERE YOU HAVE BEEN!" Her voice had gone up in volume, and people were slowing down a bit, to watch the scene unfold, "I haven't seen you since fucking thanksgiving, so you've been with this woman? Playing house?"

"Now Cupcake-" Joe started but Stephanie took the tongs from Lula's cart and poke him in the chest with them, snarling loudly.

" . !" She hissed, stabbing him hard with the silicon coated utensil, "I hate you….you made me cry, you made me think I was going crazy, all the while you were sleeping with this hussy!" She pointed to the woman, "All because I was working?! I didn't want to be your housewife?! Gods, imagine if I had had a child with you, I definitely would have been stuck with you and your wandering cock! Five years, I never cheated on you, I gave up my first job for you and this is what you do? Fuck some woman that tells you what you want to hear?! Where's you meet her, the bar? Drinking away your woes, 'Oh boo-FUCKING-hoo! My wife is working, I feel emasculated, because my fucking MEATLOAF isn't on the table by 6:30PM!'"

Stephanie turned to the woman and snarled, "Keep him! I'm glad he didn't knock me up! Those Morelli genes are sure in effect now, you know what they say, once a cheater, always a cheater! Go have his babies, I bet you let him cum inside without any protection, get pregnant by that slob, fine!"

Stephanie turned to Joe and said, in a soft voice, "I'm moving out, I'm packing my shit up, TONIGHT, and moving in with Lula!"

"Y-yeah!" Lula piped in, glaring at Joe and the woman.

"That way you can keep your crappy…aunt's house, with it's shitty curtains you can't be pissed to throw away!" Stephanie shouted, "Go on and marry her, have babies, I'm done Joe, going to a lawyer, TODAY, and getting divorce papers drawn up!"

Stephanie took off her wedding ring and tossed it to Joe, "There, use it on her, so your cheap ass doesn't have to buy another, good luck, to both of you fucking pigs!"

Stephanie moved her cart out the way, and walked briskly passed them. Lula looked at the stunned couple and said, puffing up, "I hope she gave you the clap a-and herpes!" and then raced after Stephanie.

Stephanie grabbed all of the items on Lula's list, snapping at staring shoppers, before going up to the checkout line and paying for Lula's things. Fuck it, Joe was buying Lula's things! She used his card. When they were in Stephanie's SUV, Stephanie started the car, let out a long breath of air and then screamed. Lula wisely plugged her ears for that.

"Not spending another minute in that fucking house of his," Stephanie muttered, speeding back to Slate Street, "Lula! Come help me pack!"

"Ma'am yes Ma'am," Lula said, spooked by Stephanie's rage, "Let's go!"

Stephanie had grabbed several trash bags, her suitcases and packed up all her things. She left not a trace that she ever lived in house that once belonged to Joe's aunt and trashed the bedsheets. Some of the older neighbors were snooping but Stephanie merrily waved to them and shouted, "Hi Mrs. Petrelli! Don't mind me, just moving out, found my husband at the store, with his side piece, a cheater, can you believe, a Morelli…cheating on his wife fucking shocking!"

Lula waved to the old people and said, "The side piece gave him the clap too!" In a happy voice.

Stephanie was out of the house within the hour of coming back from the store. By then her mother had called her no less than 100 times. When she answered, her mother was yelling and telling her to make up with Joe. No 'Burg woman embarrassed her husband like that! Throwing out the bedsheets and tossing her things in a trash bag to move out. What was she, crazy?!

"If you want Joe to stay in our family so much, Mother, why don't you go fuck him yourself, and then go marry him! He'll be single soon!"

"That side bitch gave him the clap too!" Lula had shouted, before Stephanie hung the phone up and walked out the house, slamming the door hard, locking it and tossing the keys into the mail slot.

Once they were back at Lula's place, a tiny apartment in a small row house by the factory that had been converted into two smaller apartment units, Stephanie turned to Lula and then said, "You told the neighbors he got the clap…."

"News travels fast, and news with STDs travel faster…" was all Lula said, before she and Stephanie broke out in laughter.

The laughter for Stephanie turned into sobs and she slid down against the main door of Lula's apartment, sobbing out, "All because of a job, he cheated on me…fuck….was my marriage that rocky?"

Lula clucked her tongue and walked away from Stephanie's crying frame and then returned with a pint of Ben and Jerry's and dug out a spoon from the shopping bags, "I lied, I had some ice cream in my apartment too."

"Cookie dough, marry me," Stephanie hiccupped and looked around the small living space, "Fuck…this place is tiny…home training, you don't need any, where are you going to use it?"

"SEE! Now you see why I ain't got no dishes in my-" Lula started but paused as her phone went off with a text notice, "Huh…."

Stephanie dug into the ice cream, watching Lula walk over to her lumpy couch and sit on it, reading the text. After the woman read the text, she looked over to Stephanie and smiled, "No dinner tonight, Steph, sorry you bought all my shit for me for nothing."

"Wha-?" Stephanie asked, sitting up, "Why not?"

"Cause, we're packing our bags and going to Las Vegas!" Lula said, with a smile, "Come Steph! Let's go shopping for clothes."

"Lula, we have work tomorrow, we-we can't just call off, are you nuts?!" Stephanie asked as Lula stood up to go into her room, "What about the children?!"

"They're coming with us, white girl, or more like, we're going with them!" Lula said, peeping out from her bedroom doorway, "New Years in Las Vegas sounds like a good thing to mee, besides, Mr. Manoso, Tankie, and Jeanne are coming, AND…your divorce is going to be the talk of the town for the next few days, do you really want to be here for that shit?"

Lula had a point but still, "Those kids are very ill," Stephanie argued but Lula shook her head.

"We're taking a medi-jet, the resort is by a hospital with an excellent cancer ward and their doctor is coming with them, and so are their nurses, besides, it's a Make A Wish thing, for Brittany," Lula said, grabbing loads of spandex and brightly colored clothing, "Let's go, at least…for her."

"…." Stephanie finished the mouthful of ice cream, in her mouth and said, "…alright…let's go to Vegas, fuck it, the warm air might be good for the kids too!"

The rest of Stephanie's day was spent packing and convincing Lula not to bring the g-string bikini with her to Las Vegas, no one was ready for that. When Midnight rolled around, Stephanie found herself in a limo with Brittany, Diesel, Heidi, Carlos, Jeanne, Tank and Lula, on their way to a private hanger, where a jet was taking them to Vegas.

"What a good way to spend the New Years!" Brittany cheered to the quiet group, "Let's party it up in style!"

The children and Lula cheered, Jeanne shook her head, asking herself why was she risking her career for this and Stephanie was giving Carlos confused looks.

"And how did they convince you to join in on this very dubious trip?" Stephanie asked Carlos, who leaned back in his seat and looked to Stephanie.

"They told me you were going to go, so I knew everything would be fine," Carlos said, simply, shrugging, giving Stephanie a long look, "You look tired…"

"It's 1AM and we're transporting three sick kids to Vegas, if I was anything but tired, I need to get my head checked," Stephanie deadpanned and Carlos gave her a rare smile.

"Babe…."

TBC….

Hey now, don't be leaving reviews, telling me to delete this story because I went AWOL, life got busy and complicated, picking this story up exclusively! Going to finish it and then move on to another to finish! :U

smell ya later!