Deku X Hospital Bed Novels & Stories

" Not much, it's almost always like this. Clara, my love, I'm drunk and exhausted, we'll talk more later. This is your room, kisses, love you, bye. Leaving her at the door of one room, Megan dragged herself to her room. " Ah, there you are. " Dercy arranged a bed, stretched a sheet under the mattress. " Do you want to sleep in this bed? I'm making it up for you. The room was large and contained only three beds, two nightstands, and an old wardrobe"style closet. " That's perfect, thank you.

“Thank you.” The general opened the door. The room inside was luxurious. A large bed with soft blankets, a beautiful wooden wardrobe, and a private bathroom with a deep marble tub. Warm lights glowed softly. It felt like a palace within a palace. Kael set Adele down gently on the bed. The little girl stirred but didn’t wake. He bowed slightly to Bianca. “Rest well. Healers will check on you both in the morning.” Then he left, closing the door quietly behind him.

I think to myself that these pack resources could have bought a mountain of winter meat for poor omegas. I drag Kaelen deeper into the suite and push open the heavy bedroom doors. A massive deep red headboard frames the bed, with a white fur rug covering the floorboards and gold-trimmed silk sheets blanketing the mattress. Everything looks and feels incredibly high-end. I drop his heavy body straight onto the bedding, my own muscles completely exhausted from the trek. Kaelen sinks into the soft silk, but the impact jars his chest wound, making his brow twist in sharp pain.

Harold spoke clearly. “Addy, this isn’t right. Duke’s in the hospital. How can you come to the Xavier family’s mansion?” Mdm. Xavier instantly became worked up. “Let the kids stay in my place. Hurry to the hospital and keep Duke company. He’s injured. That poor thing is lying down in the hospital alone.” “Dad’s not a poor thing!” Harold blinked as he said, “There are two bodyguards and two caretakers in the hospital. Maybe Papa Brown’s there too. There are so many people. Dad’s the least pitiful one!”

Becca's room was facing the garden of the residence, with windows that opened like doors, so that she could see the sunlight from her sunrise to sunset. The common bed has been replaced by a hospital bed, to make it easier to tilt or lie down. The bathroom in the room was also adapted, and because it was large, it would not bring difficulties for Becca's baths "because strong antibiotics and anxiolytics required that someone always be monitoring their bath closely.

Three days of watching him lie unconscious in this bed, machines beeping steadily, monitoring his vitals, his chest rising and falling with mechanical precision. They’d moved him to a private room in the facility, more like a luxury hotel suite than a hospital room, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the compound, expensive furniture, artwork on the walls. Everything designed for comfort, for privacy, for the kind of patients who couldn’t afford to be in regular hospitals.

I pouted, folding my arms over my chest as I glared at Julian, who was currently sprawled out on the plush velvet couch in my room like he owned the place, one arm draped lazily over the armrest, the other feeding him a steady supply of peanuts he clearly had no intention of sharing. My father had gone completely overboard preparing this space, converting what used to be a perfectly reasonable guest suite on the second floor of the Viking mansion into something that felt less like a bedroom and more like a five-star VIP hospital penthouse. The custom-ordered orthopedic king bed was draped in hypoallergenic Egyptian cotton sheets so soft they felt faintly absurd against skin that had, until r

Wait! “Where is Martin? You can’t be here! You can’t-!” I scream as I sit up too quickly, feeling a burning sensation on my back. Killian strokes my hair again and shushes me, holding my head close to his chest. “It’s okay; you’re safe now.” It is only then that I notice that I am in a hospital room and that Dakota is standing at the edge of the bed with tears streaming down her face. “Dee? What are you….”

Master Javen sadly blurted out almost in the state of crying. "So then, you have to take care of yourself for her because when she woke up you are the only person who needs to be strong for her. We don't know how she'll be when she woke up. I hope it would not be worse than her abnormality before," Mrs. Adel was worried. "I'll watch her, please go sleep, so you can also rest your body," Mrs. Adel said to Javen. "Alright, Ma," Master Javen replied as he strides toward the vacant bed in the huge VVIP hospital room which was furnished, with a bathroom and with a small kitchen. This room was designed in the hospital on one of the floor levels solely for the family Medrex.

As she delicately touches my shoulder, she says something calming in a low voice. "Wake up, Kimberly!" I gradually opened my eyes by rubbing them with both hands. Many things have changed in the last few years, and the hospital room now resembles a garden. The roof is transparent, creating the feeling that you are outdoors. The bed is still made of metal, but technology has advanced so much. The bed looks to be bamboo, warm and rustic to the touch and sight. When the first pilot hospital adopted this, there was a lot of debate about how expensive it would be, but the results spoke for themselves. Stays are shorter, recovery is quicker, and depression is non-existent.