Meja Pasien Rumah Sakit Novels & Stories

There are times he comes home this late yet early, so instead of waiting inside, I went downstairs. Whilst I was stepping down in the living room, I saw Roman and Lisa anxiously talking in the living room along with a doctor wearing his coat and stethoscope. “Lisa,” I stated in a worried voice. My eyes narrowed at some men getting a hospital bed outside. It was designated as a vacant room on the ground floor. After that, my eyes drifted to the table where surgical equipment was. “W-What is this?” I began to panic. Lisa gave me a worried look.

The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor punctuated the heavy silence, a reminder of the thin thread of life that still connected Chris to the world. The room was filled with the typical paraphernalia of a hospital setting for a comatose patient. An IV stand stood next to Chris's bed, tubes snaking down to his arm, delivering essential fluids and medications. A vase with fresh flowers on the bedside table added a touch of color and hope to the sterile environment. A get-well-soon card, filled with heartfelt messages from friends and family, rested against it.

Now, they lay broken in these beds, and I had no idea how I would face them. The first room was quiet except for the steady beep of machines monitoring the patient's vitals. A man, no older than thirty, lay propped against pillows, his face pale and drawn. His leg, wrapped in layers of gauze and bandages, was elevated, suspended in a frame.

Kugeletakin kembali handphone itu. Tiba-tiba suara kegaduhan dari pintu masuk IGD mengusik istirahatku. Sepertinya ada pasien gawat darurat masuk. Terdengar jelas jejak kaki-kaki yang terdengar terburu buru dan suara perawat yang sibuk mempersiapkan peralatan. Pasien itu diletakkan tepat di samping bedku yang terhalang tirai.

the nurse mentioned before leaving. The pediatric doctor's office exuded opulence, catering to the wealthy and high-class clientele. Adorned in muted tones, the walls displayed tasteful artwork, while plush chairs offered comfort. State-of-the-art medical equipment, seamlessly integrated into the modern design, hinted at the affluence of the establishment. Soft ambient lighting added a touch of warmth, contrasting with the gleaming, pristine surfaces. Every detail, from the elegantly framed medical certifications to the discreetly positioned sanitiser dispensers, spoke of a commitment to excellence. In this refined space, health consultations are seamlessly blended with an atmosphere of luxu

It was relatively quiet and more suitable for patients to recuperate. The hospital bed was in the center of the single ward, with two foldable accompanying chairs beside the window that could be adjusted and used as beds at night. There was a small television opposite the hospital bed. The patient could watch it any time after paying with the code. There was also a separate bathroom and two small round stools. Uncle Austin and Aunt Mel were sitting on one of the accompanying chairs, which had already unfolded. Colin hadn't slept well for several days, so I forced him to rest on another accompanying chair.

The nurse starts chatting as we walk into the next room. This room isn’t too bad, about the same size as the one before. It has different machines and probes I had never seen before. The lights are dimmed so you could see the screens. A bed is in the middle of the room, with a monitor and a few seats off to the side. I grab one of the seats leaning against the wall and sit back down again.

he asked, smiling and glanced at the chart in the room we are present sitting to take a rest. This is supposed to be the place where we take care of all the patient records and have meetings, but most of the time we just use it to take some rest whenever we feel tired sitting in these chairs. Some of us go to the dorms but some of us feel it is better to stay near to the equipment room to help if anyone needs it. "I have one last patient, but it's after half an hour." I replied, leaning back feeling tired today and I really hope he is not going to suggest something again already knowing the answer.

The only other sound in the room is the quiet murmur of the nurses as they move about, checking her vitals and adjusting the machines. The room is sparsely decorated, with only a small bedside table and a chair tucked in the corner. A vase of flowers rests on the table, adding a pop of color to the sterile surroundings. The walls are bare, painted in a pale shade of blue, adding a serene touch to the atmosphere.