Pasien Wanita Koma Di Ruang Icu Novels & Stories

She let out a deep breath before her hand moved to the handle and slowly opened the door. It was a VIP room, her eyes roamed the room, it had two big beds inside it, one for the patient and one for the person who took care of the patient in case do emergencies. A monitor making a beeping sound was by the side for the patient bed, many wires were connected to the patient who was sleeping. A woman in her mid fifties sat by the bed as she looked at the old man on the bed, she didn’t even notice the presence of the lady that walked in.

“Thank you, doctor.” “We just have a problem. You requested a private room, but we don’t have one available. We are just a small hospital. Are you fine with sharing a room? We have one semi-private room with one bed available, but you’ll have to share it with a coma patient.” The doctor revealed. “A coma patient? Shouldn’t that patient be in the ICU?” Brian asked curiously. “Well, the person who brought him in said she did not know him personally, and she did not have a lot of money to keep him in the ICU.” The doctor made a face and said, “It’s a long story.”

She looked thinner and paler than she actually was when I saw her last a year ago. “Come,” she pushed the cabin door open. The cabin, with one glass window covered with blinders, is lit up by only one tube-light. It seemed to offer no additional facilities other than privacy to the patient, a small divan for their attendant to sleep, a wall-mounted TV and a dedicated washroom. Except for the portable multi-para monitor beeping at regular intervals, the oxygen cylinder placed under the bed, the saline bag hanging from the T-shaped hanger, and a transparent pipe connecting it to the veins of the right arm of Ma through the channel, there wasn’t any apparatus that can signify that her condition

They embraced themselves and mate asked me if I wanted him to escort them group really fast it would only take him about 10 minutes then he would swing back by to get me unless I was going to go back to the castle with the Queen and Jasper I told him I was going to go back with Royal family I’ll meet him at the Queen’s suite. Savannah Well Jessica was telling me about her amazing evening and that she met her mate and got to hang out with my Cousin the Queen and she was telling me everything that needed to happen when all of a sudden we are a loud growl and a voice telling us to get 8 bassents and diaper and clothes and bottles and someone to check out the young lady with them I was shocked

“Okay, the chairwoman was just moved out of the ICU and is currently resting in room six twenty. Doctor Eliot is currently running some final check ups on her so if you have any question, please ask him.” Room six twenty. Darius kept the number in his mind as he jogged forward, rushing towards the designated room. Knowing that she had been brought out of the ICU only did a number on his worries. Sadly it wasn’t enough to completely sooth them. He needed to see her and make sure she was fine and in one piece, for some reason, that was the only thing he could think about as he jogged past rooms after rooms.

The woman lying on the bed was silent and the display on the monitor was the only sign of her being alive. "Elle, go wipe her hands and face," a nurse by the name of Kelly suggested. "Okay," Elle wiped the unconscious woman's hands and face skillfully while she said, "This lady is very beautiful. She looks very charming even when she's unconscious." "Yeah, I don't know what happened to her. How could a pregnant woman fall into the sea and suffer such a serious injury?" Elle nodded. "I'm also very curious about what happened to her. Kelly, this unnamed patient has been in a coma for thirty days. Do you think she can still become conscious?"

The woman soon arrived at the hospital. She approached one of the nurses at the counter. “Excuse me, I am looking for man who just came in with a head injury” “Oh, he just got off surgery, who are you to him?” “I am a friend, he sent a text” “He is in ICU room 12” “Sure”. The woman left for the room. She found the ICU without difficulty, she followed the numbers on the doors until she reached twelve, and pushed it open.

As we step into the hospital, our footsteps echoing through the halls, we are greeted by a kind nurse at the entrance of the ICU. "May I assist you?" she asks, her voice filled with compassion. "I'm here to visit Marcus Johnson," I reply, my voice steady despite the nerves. "He's in room 204," the nurse informs us, pointing down the hallway. Following her guidance, we navigate through the corridors until we reach Marcus' room. With a deep breath, I push open the door. Inside, Marcus lies motionless on the bed, connected to various machines that emit a symphony of beeps and whirs. Tubes protrude from his mouth and nose, a stark reminder of his fragile state.

The nurse smiled a small, polite smile at Logan instantly. "What about my wife's condition? Is she okay? Did something happen to her that made her faint? My wife has never fainted like that before." Logan immediately asked several questions in his quick voice to the nurse who came out of the ICU room. Logan looked at the nurse and the ICU door in turn, and felt very uneasy now.

The nurse took a breath. She couldn't bear to watch Anna's condition, which seemed so frustrated. "Your mother is in the ICU, madam." "ICU? What's wrong with my husband? Please take me there. Take me! I want to see my husband. Come on.' Anna immediately got up, but before she could sit down, she watched Wildan and Murni forbid her and asked her to sit down. "Patience, Dear. Be patient. You've heard how nurses tell you to be careful about your health because your children need you. They are more important. Leave all our affairs to the Almighty. Let Allah decide which one is best for us.”