Deku X Hospital Bed Novels & Stories

If he even wanted to hear it in the first place. I pushed the door between our rooms open and stepped into his bedroom. His room was a stark contrast to mine. In the center of the room was a large 4-poster king-sized bed. It was raised on a platform so that it sat higher than your average mattress would. His bedding was a deep, rich, navy blue and soft to the touch. He had very few personal touches in the room I noticed while looking around. A book was on the bedside table, a bookmark saving his page and a whiskey decanter sat on the table next to the leather armchair.

There's a mattress on the floor in the center of the room, positioned under the overhead light so we can see everything clearly. Clean white sheets that won't stay white for long, and I try not to think about what that means. Towels are stacked nearby in neat piles, more towels than any normal situation would ever need. Medical supplies that Derek brought from somewhere I don't want to think about are arranged on a small table like we're setting up an operating room. And the knife. It's sitting on a small table next to the mattress, gleaming silver in the afternoon light coming through the window. The blade is long and sharp and coated with something dark that makes my stomach turn every tim

she whispers. Sedated by sake, the two of us fall into my bed together for the night. It’s not long before I succumb to sleep, lulled into unconsciousness by Julia’s soft snores. * I trade Kadeem out at the hospital the next day. I hunker near Erbao’s bed while he makes a futile attempt to demonstrate how to play Minecraft on his tablet. Eventually unable to take anymore, I surrender the device. “Kid,” I smile, “Thank the Goddess you’re alive, but I can’t stare at these pixelated blockheads anymore.”

One entire wall is just windows, the windows stretched from the floor all the way up to the ceiling, and through those windows, you could see the city lights of Seattle far away in the distance. The floor was made of polished wood that's so shiny you can almost see your face in it. There's a big cream colour rug under the bed, thick and very soft. His bed is massive. It's called a California King, which means it's even bigger than a regular king-size bed. The headboard—the part you lean against—is covered in expensive cream colour fabric. The bed sheets are tan colour with a navy blue blanket, super soft, but it costs a ridiculous amount of money. Everything is tucked in so tight and neat th

Every time I slept with Jennifer Brooks, I noticed that she had changed the sheets. After we finished one night, I finally asked her about it. Jennifer traced her fingers across my chest and gave me a gentle smile. "Obviously, it's because your good friend sweats so much. Every time, right before you and I do it, he gets jealous and insists on going first. I never knew a man could sweat that much during sex until I met him." My mind went blank. I stared at her in disbelief. "What did you just say?" She met my gaze, her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Connor, your father was tortured to death in bed by the women your mother hired, not by me. So every time you lie th

The man was already there, waiting to do some examinations. Fast but careful not to hurt her, I placed her on the traditional hospital bed. The bed surface was shaped up by cold rolled steel plate. Both the head and foot board were made of oak wood. Her emotions remained cut off from our bond, and the longer her eyes remained closed the more I realised I had messed up. 'Alpha I will need to examine her without you interfering, kindly. ' 'This is my mate we are talking about here..'

‘No, when you decide it’s safe,’ Dea silently corrected. Everyone from the patient transporter to the Chief of Medicine had bowed down to Theo’s wishes. Dea suspected he was a major donor for the hospital. When he had demanded the best room for her, she hadn’t expected this kind of medical care. Her suite reminded her of a five-star hotel, only this stay would include a private nurse and… a chef? When she had been wheeled into the room with Theo at her side, Dea had been surprised by the luxurious touches. The bathroom was spacious and the sitting area had sofas, chairs, and a kitchenette.

I slowly drift off to sleep snuggled into his comfortable embrace. Julisa POV I was finally released from the hospital yesterday. Michael has been super sweet to me helped me settle into his room. I just can't call it our room yet. He room is magnificent the walls are painted in light and dark shades or gray giving the room a very light and airy feel. His king size bed is a log bed. With beautiful spiral designs in the wood. The bathroom is jaw dropping gorgeous. With a huge jacuzzi tub and walk in shower. With light gray marble countertops and rusted alder wood flooring throughout both rooms.

Even though she’d tried not to look. Compared to the American hotel rooms she was used to, the room she and Duke were sharing seemed positively Spartan. The only furniture in it was the two twin-sized beds, separated by scarcely a foot of space on any side, and a hanging mirror attached to one wall. Obnoxiously bright recessed ceiling lamps provided the only lighting, and there wasn’t even an option to dim them. They were either on or off as a whole, and once off, plunged the room into pitch-blackness.

But Alexander King’s bedroom is also as mysterious as him. Outfitted with a king-size poster bed, the room opens onto the covered portion of the deck. The bedroom has a sitting area, a large HDTV, a Blu-ray player, vaulted wood ceilings, and plenty of storage. The ensuite bathroom contains a deep soaking tub, a separate walk-in shower, long vanity with double sinks, lots of light, wall mounted TV, and heated floors. No rugs or draperies softened the angles and starkness. No color brightened the rooms. His room was as antiseptic as a hospital, as impersonal as a hotel room: no photos, no paintings, no flowers, nothing.