Continuation of "The Devil Incarnate": Will Student Nurse be Devoured by the Demon Instructor?

This is a Continuation of the Edge-Of-Your-Seat Post The Devil Incarnate:
She stood there with that same slight smile on her face. I felt like the junior-high shrimp running the mile in in P.E.: stumbling, heaving, trying so hard to catch up, catch up to the reality of what had just happened.
Some shard of clearness pulled through my head and I managed, "Well, I think I will stay to finish the day, to take care of my patients and just see what happens." Her face was unreadable again.
Flatly she murmered, "OK."
Two hours later she approached me and said, "Student Nurse, come with me to a private room."
A private room? What, was she going to solicit sexual favors in exchange for a passing grade?
She then said that she had "collaborated with her colleagues" (yapped with her friends) and "found it in the goodness of her heart to not flunk me."
The lecture continued for well over 30 minutes: "But just watch your back young lady, because you are this close to flunking out of this whole program!" She held out her hand, pinching an imaginary spaghetti noodle between her thumb and 2nd finger to indicate how "close" I was.
Talk about manipulation! Was this lady just playin' with me or what?
For some reason she passed me. I still to this day don't know why.
But she made her exit in style: She arranged a meeting with the Class Director, my next Clinical Instructor and Myself where she fabricated stories about mistakes I didn't make, and exagerated the small mistakes that I did make.
Oh, my dear friends, but revenge is sweet. All of the other teachers dislike her and thought she "went overboard" with our group. I'm sure they said more pointed things about her in private. She will not be teaching at our school again.





