Deku X Hospital Bed Novels & Stories

Derek watches him like a hawk. “I’d say you are at about a five. Still a ways to go. Get comfy Derek and I’d say for both of you to try and get some sleep. It’s only nine and we’ll be here a while I think.” Some nurses come in and pull the hide-a-bed out of the couch, getting it set with pillows and blankets for Derek. Derek takes a quick shower and lays on the bed though neither of us can sleep. A male nurse comes in and checks on me. Derek is glaring at the poor man as he leaves the room. “Derek behave. There are going to be lots of people all up in my business once I have to start pushing. It’s their job.”

Despite mistaking her for someone else and spending the whole night outside her door, the man had shown kindness by not turning her away. Lutheran Hospital was a private elite hospital run by the Medical Corporation Milvi, with a cafeteria that only the rich could afford. Dexie's breakfast took half an hour to prepare and deliver, tailored to his specific needs. Considering the time, Dexie assumed Luke Huxley should be awake by now. Thinking her mission was complete, she planned to leave after delivering the food. However, upon exiting the elevator, she became aware of something: Narda was the figure running towards Luke Huxley's room.

The wheels bumped lightly over the new flooring as I directed them to the large room Andy had set aside for her—sunlit, quiet, and far enough from the main activity zones that she could rest without constant interruption. The bed wasn’t anything like the ones we’d used after patrol injuries. This one had clearly been picked with care—high-quality foam mattress, built-in controls for elevation, lumbar support, and adjustable rails. It even had a rolling over-bed tray, still wrapped in sterile plastic, waiting to be assembled.

ZESA RUSSO I woke up to the sickly smell of hospital disinfect invading my nostrils. The room was fairly silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beeping sound from the digital monitoring machine beside me. I squinted in an attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me, glancing around the room to take in my surrounding. A bed dominated the room, somewhat lumpy with padding and white sheets that seemed to mask the thick plastic covering the mattress. There was a call button attached to the bed, a bedside table, a comfortable chair and two dining type chairs. The room was decorated in a gold and white color. It was definitely a VIP room. I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had happe

The hospital, Ever since the moment Axel left the Beckham's mansion, he'd been admitted to one of the best hospitals in the city. It wasn't exactly Axel's intention to get admitted in a hospital, but Charlie and Billy were so busy pestering him all day, so he had no other choice but to get admitted in a hospital. The hospital’s VIP ward was exquisitely designed. Even the bed was so comfortable. One would even mistake this VIP ward for a five-star hotel bedroom. Axel was lying on the bed and was blankly staring at the ceiling with an expressionless look on his handsome face. He was distracted because of the sudden knock on the door.

I take a glance back towards Freya’s room and then suck in a breath before walking into my new room with Deacon. The room is very much the same as the one I'd shared with Freya but instead of two single beds, there is just one double bed. “Take a seat,” he gestures to the bed and I sit on the end of it. “Ready?” he asks. “Yes. Will it hurt?”

The floor tiles however were in a black and white box pattern. The room, despite its ample amount of space, had only two hospital beds placed six feet apart, one of which she was laying on. Kimberly thought, “Since we're all supernatural beings, of course there's no much need for many hospital beds.” It was brightly lit and well ventilated. With two windows behind each beds and six white bulbs glowing from the ceiling, three on both sides of the ceiling. In between the beds were strange mechanical health instruments. Her eyes narrowed back to her wrist to realize that she was on drip and had a catheter wrapped around her wrist.

Maybe, he didn't want to admit to himself that for the first time in twenty-seven years, he cared for someone. Arriving at the hospital, nurses stood at the gate of the hospital with a wheeled stretcher. Kindred hospital was the biggest hospital in LA,with the best medical services. And, to top it all, it was owned by the Urkel family. Earlier, Devin had informed the doctor of the emergency and told them to prepare everything that would be needed. He set the boy on the stretcher and the nurses wheeled him inside the hospital to the large room set aside for the operation.

The private suite on the VIP floor of Jude Arvat, one of the top hospitals in the city, felt more like a five-star hotel than a medical ward. The walls were lined with polished walnut panels, a plush velvet sofa sat in the corner, and a massive flat-screen television played a muted luxury campaign.

is bigger than her entire apartment in Queens. A King bed dominates the space, dressed in silk sheets—actual silk, I can tell from the way the afternoon light slides across the fabric. There’s an ensuite bathroom with a walk-in shower and grab bars disguised as brushed nickel designer fixtures. A sitting area with a leather sofa that probably costs more than a car. Windows overlooking a private garden. Medical equipment is discreetly built into the walls. Monitors that look like digital picture frames. Call buttons that look like decorative panels. Everything is designed to hide the fact that this is a place where people are sick.