Deku X Hospital Bed Novels & Stories

Dexter led them towards one of these doors, his hand reaching out to slide it open, revealing Dexter's personal sanctuary. Dexter's room was painted a shade of dove gray, creating a neutral backdrop that accentuated the modern furnishings and artwork throughout the space. A king-sized bed, adorned in crisp black linens and plush pillows, commanded attention across from the doorway, dominating the space on the other end of the room. Its duvet, a luscious midnight blue color filled with premium down feathers, promised exquisite warmth. Silk pillowcases added a dash of opulence, perfectly complementing the bed's lavish appeal.

Eva had faced the window, while Troy had hugged her from the back sleeping peacefully. Meanwhile.... In contrast to the peaceful sleep in the hospital, somebody was not able to sleep peacefully, even in the comfort of plush mattress and silk bed robe. The gigantic circular room, was perhaps the most luxurious room ever made for any person. The mahogony wooden bed, with several silk coushins were imported specially from Europe.

Derreck spoke in a flat, indifferent tone. “Jared, please lock and arm the house.” “Yes Senior Gray.” With that, Jared double-checked to make sure everything was locked and armed. He stayed near his boss’ side in silence. Once complete with his scotch, he made his way upstairs after placing the glass on the coffee table and entered his room. He owned the master suite in the house and a master suite it was! There was a double king-sized bed in the middle of the room, constructed of cherry wood. Next to it was a large-sized night stand. Derreck sighed deeply; he was tired of sleeping in this big ass bed alone!

The wooden floorboards were polished to a gleaming shine and covered with a plush rug that ran the length of the room. The centerpiece of the room was a massive four-poster bed with soft, fluffy pillows and a matching duvet. The bedding was a soft shade of beige and contrasted beautifully with the deep blue accent pillows. The room was lit by a combination of natural light from the large windows that overlooked the city and the soft glow of strategically placed lamps.

It wasn’t the quality of the furniture, it was how there wasn’t a single decoration. Placed in the center of the room was a king-size bed, with a black headboard. There was a nightstand on both sides of the bed, matching the black wood of the bed. On the side of the room where the foot of the bed was directed, was a long dresser with a large flat-screen television resting on top.

The kind of monitoring equipment that came with a price tag most hospitals couldn't afford. I opened my eyes. The ceiling was not the ceiling of the Hirslanden oncology ward. It was higher, for one thing. It soared above me with crown molding and a central medallion around a crystal chandelier that cast prisms of light across silk wallpaper in a shade of pale gold. The bed I lay on was not a standard hospital bed but a medicalized luxury platform, with Egyptian cotton sheets and a mattress that cradled my body like a cloud. A luxury private suite. The kind of suite that heads of state and billionaires occupied when they needed medical care and refused to compromise on aesthetics.

Breathing deeply, she walked into the room getting ready for what she would find. The room was cozy and pleasant, a far cry from the rest of the house. On shelves, toys were orderly placed; the floor was covered on a nice, colorful rug. A child’s utopia in an otherwise chilly environment, the walls were covered with murals of blue sky and verdant meadows. Propped up in a hospital bed in the middle of the room was Luca Moretti.

I went upstairs with them and made a point to speak with the respiratory therapist, requesting that they use the acupuncture protocol we'd established. "I can just see Ted's face if he wakes up and finds needles sticking into him all over." Deacon groaned as he dropped onto the small sofa in his office. "God, I'm beat. It feels like I've been awake for days." "Well, you didn't get much sleep last night," I observed. "And while I went home and caught a nap, you've been here for . . ." I checked my watch. "Almost sixteen hours at this point." "Huh. True." Deacon patted the space next to him. "Come sit with me?"

Dean POV Still, he is lying still, not even a twitch in his fingers, only his chest going up and down. I can’t really remove my eyes away from him since Alexandria left several hours ago, its early morning and I feel like he should wake up any second now, giving me shit about whatever, hell he can even call me Deedee for the rest of my life if only he would wake up. Never in my life did I see Derek in a hospital bed, except once when he protected me from father, which is one of the worst memories I have.

LUNETH As soon as Drexon pulled into the hospital's lobby, I could tell that he was the one; the number of bodyguards was kind of alarming. I see Drexon and Marcus stop and then begin to scan the room. Zayden was already asleep at this point, and with two kids and a mom in the operating ward whom I did not know and her state, calling out to them was the least of my concerns. Marcus's eyes stop on me first, and then he murmurs to Drexon, and then both of them walk over to me.