Such stories in medicine always bring up two sets of memories. One is a nurse I dated years ago whom I met when we both worked graveyard shift and lived in the same apartment complex. She later died from epilepsy.
The other memory is of a poem written by a young cop in tribute to a nurse he was dating. He went to pick her up one night but found her asleep, stressed out by her shift during which two of her patients died (through no fault of hers). He covered her, careful to not disturb her rest, and was inspired to write a poem about it.
That poem became a song composed by a friend, and their band recorded it. That song was "Wildflower"[0]; the band was called "Skylark" and included a young David Foster.
To this day, it is one of my favorite songs. Donny Gerrard's vocal is indescribable, and composer Doug Edward's haunting guitar moves me beyond words [1].