Meja Pasien Rumah Sakit Novels & Stories

So, it was best we wait for the doctor's arrival. The room was small and sterile, with cream-colored walls and fluorescent lighting overhead. A sleek, modern ultrasound machine sat in the corner, its screen blank. A narrow examination table, covered in crisp white paper, dominated the center of the room. A rolling stool and a small counter with a sink completed the sparse furnishings.

The question came from another young man who dragged the curtain to reveal the entire room. One full room contained six gurneys with patients from various walks of life and general ailments. Most of the accompanying families were more like picnickers with mats and home-cooked meals. "Uh, Ben?" what surprised Maureen more than anything else was the presence of two people nearby, as well as how Maureen ended up in the hospital. She did not remember at all, "you guys--" "I just stopped by to pick up breakfast." Ben argued as he placed a plastic bag containing two sterofoam boxes that Maureen memorized usually contained porridge on the nightstand. "You might not like what's coming later."

The question came from another young man who dragged the curtain to reveal the entire room. One full room contained six gurneys with patients from various walks of life and general ailments. Most of the accompanying families were more like picnickers with mats and home-cooked meals. “Uh, Ben?” what surprised Maureen more than anything else was the presence of two people nearby, as well as how Maureen ended up in the hospital. She did not remember at all, “you guys--” “I just stopped by to pick up breakfast.” Ben argued as he placed a plastic bag containing two stirofom boxes that Maureen memorized usually contained porridge on the nightstand. “You might not like what's coming later.”

In front of each desk, there were also two matching wooden chairs facing each other. I went across the room on the right side with Sean behind me. There was a vast, multi-compartment shelf where I could place my books and other gadgets such as a glucometer, nebulizer, sphygmomanometer, pulse oximeter, and many others. I opened the door beside the shelf, and I found out that it was the door leading to the assessment room where I could check the clients privately. Adjacent to the door was also another room where there were about six beds. Those were for the workers who would feel ill during their working hours.

There were two flower pots on each side with plants whose leaves were larger than the ordinary leaves. There was also a small refrigerator and extra room inside for the patient’s guardian to sleep. Aside from that, there were also couches for the visitors and a small round table. Mariane opened the other door, which she thought was a bathroom, but she gasped when she saw that the room has a small kitchen, pantry, and a bathroom. ‘Woah! How can a patient room have this kind of room? This is too expensive. Why did they transfer him here?’ Mariane wondered.

was painted on the outside. They went into them and ended up in an entry way. They walked around the wall into a medium sized waiting room. It was all dark wood and carpet… a fireplace sat on the wall and there were leather couches and chairs sitting around. A big coffee table sat in the middle of them… filled with books and magazines. In the corner there was a play area for kids. And in the other corner .. a coffee maker and some cups. Right smack in the middle was a large glass area. You could see everything behind it but a big window was cut out of the front . A few people were waiting on the couch and in the chairs. Patients obviously…

quite underachieving. Just opposite the door was a big window with a desk in from of it, it had only a leather chair that will often creak it joints each time Hamilton will choose to either withdraw his weight, or settle it in. Guess from inception, he never did plan on having any conversion by the desk anyways: it could probably be where he felt the most safest at. Two peach coloured sofas faced each other, just in front of the desk. It had a slim glass table abridging each sofa. Hamilton didn't admire the need for distances between he and his patients, so the table between the couches, was really slender.

Despite having a little team at his disposal, he always provided excellent patient care. Ambika Medical Center's patient rooms were created with the highest level of comfort and recovery in mind. Large windows let in a plenty of natural light and framed beautiful views of the surrounding landscape. Comforts like movable beds, calming décor, and individualized treatment regimens catered to each patient's specific need were provided.

If the space was meant to serve as a kitchen, there were no appliances at all—neither electrical nor manual, such as a stove, kettle, or other utensils—leading Sebastian to assume that patients’ families had to bring their own kitchen equipment from home. Meanwhile, the patient’s bedroom and attendant’s space was only a small area large enough to fit the patient’s bed, an L-shaped sofa measuring one and a half by two meters, a medium-sized flat-screen television with only three blurry channels, and a small single-door refrigerator. To Sebastian, everything he saw here was clearly very different from the facilities he was used to. Whether it was for himself, his grandfather, or acquaintances