Meja Pasien Rumah Sakit Novels & Stories

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

Staying there for five minutes feels like someone is at home and not in a hospital. Doctor Mason is really a genius to have thought about something like this. I guess it was created for people battling depression once they are wheeled out here. They get to interact with many other patients and get to see some other activities so their minds will come to rest. It’s a really nice place. The music speaker is playing slowly. The place feels exactly like home.

That doesn’t mean people see him as someone strong and indestructible, he would feel anxious and uncomfortable at times too. He no longer bothered with everyone’s eyes on him and walked straight inside. Unlike all the other hospitals, the wall was painted with pastel shades and eye-catching colors, but it still retained the cleanliness and peace that all Hospitals had. At the far left of the building is the pharmacy with lines of stools and chairs were at. In the middle is the front desk that decides which way and what room you enter, they are also the ones responsible for identifying and helping patients and their families, telling them if they are in the right building or such.

——— Back at HK Hospital. Mia darted into the elevator, making a beeline for her designated floor. The doors slid open, and she hastened down the hallway. Upon reaching MICU 1, Ward 3, she took a deep breath and delicately turned the doorknob. Approaching the woman's bedspace, she observed a doctor and several nurses conducting check-ups on the patient. Tears glistened in Mia's eyes, and her heart thumped loudly. As she came to a halt beside the bed and saw that the woman had indeed awakened from a coma, she gasped, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. Oh, it had been so long.

Wearing hospital-issued pajamas, the patient moved about within a severely limited range—about five steps from the bed to the washroom, no more than ten or so in total. The room was shockingly cramped, barely enough space to breathe. The furnishings were sparse: a single table, a few chairs, a bedside lamp, and a stack of books on a small cabinet. There was no television or communication equipment. In each corner of the room, tiny red dots blinked. Surveillance cameras monitored the patient’s every move. As Karina watched the live footage on the monitor, she couldn’t help but scoff. “Keeping someone in a room like this? It’s a wonder they haven’t gone insane yet.”

A well-lit space with sterile white walls reminiscent of a hospital. The board members sit around a polished mahogany table, their expressions a mix of intensity and concern. The chairs are cushioned with a blue, antimicrobial fabric, designed for comfort during long meetings. A subtle hum of medical equipment from an adjacent corridor filters in, a constant reminder of the hospital’s ceaseless activity. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the antiseptic tang of the room, creating an odd yet familiar olfactory combination. I saw her sitting there looking at me feigned concern. I hate it when she does that, pretending to care when she obviously don’t .

Talen decided and reached for the door handle. The door opened into a larger room, with four beds. Sunshine streamed in through two large windows on the far wall. The people in the beds all looked up as Talen entered, their expressions expectant. The room was neat, the beds tidy, and there were flowers on a shelf. The patients had tray tables with drinks and snacks, and each had their own private TV screen mounted to the ceiling at the foot of their bed. Two of the patients were seated at a table by the window, in wheelchairs.

I might be angry with her, but I never want my wife to do any such work in public that would make her uncomfortable. “Uncle James’s assistant was bringing it here, but I stopped him at the door itself since you were in the meeting. I didn’t want anyone to disturb you.” She replied softly, putting the two plates on the table. “Hmm…” I said, I took a look at Maa through the gap in the wooden partition that divided this room in two. One side was isolated completely for patients, away from the excessive sound and any risk of infection, while the other was for their family members. Thankfully, two were allowed at once.

The firm hold of Ryuu, coerced Myriad in the undisclosed reassurance, and leaned closer to the lad as he kept his balance fairly. The two men brought them to the clinic on the first floor. It was inside the left room across the dining hall where Ryuu followed the Watcher - Kanji. A wooden door opened and the familiar smell of iodoform loitering inside lingered in his nose, and a series of Hospital beds could be seen from both sides of the clinic. The mesh on the top of cubicle curtains provides for both light and air ventilation throughout the patient room. In every bed, there were serum hangers, pulse monitors on top of a wooden table along with a patient stool. In addition, a few wheelchai

Chris said, “There was a slight reaction right after he left the operating room yesterday. He will definitely wake up today. I want to ask you about the situation on-site.” With that said, Chris sat down opposite Liam. The single VIP deluxe ward was like a small apartment, fully equipped, with two rooms. The room with the hospital bed was mostly filled with medical equipment, the restroom was there for the patient’s convenience, and there was also a slightly larger bed for the caregiver to rest on. The other room had a sofa and table and chairs for visitors to rest. At that moment, Jake sat on the sofa looking at his phone, while Liam and Chris sat at the table and chairs.