Novel & Cerita Pasien Wanita Koma Di Ruang Icu

"We'll shift her to another ward--" "Can I take her back home?" Kirito interrupted. "You can but I suggest you don't. You need an entire team of professionals, regular medical care and an entire life support apparatus." "Then, where will you keep her?" "We keep coma patients on life support in an intensive care unit. The bed costs, at a minimum 217,800¥ to 435,644 ¥ (Approx $2,000-$4,000) per day and can run much higher depending on the patient's condition, into millions a year."

I haven’t still visited his mother and this will be the first time that I will be seeing her. We got in the door of room 67 and the nurse opened the door for us. We slowly entered the room and I saw a woman lying on the bed. Compared to Elexier, the condition of the woman is looking a bit more severe. They are more machines attached to her compared to her son.

“Is it the one in a coma?” “I don’t think so. Why would a coma patient need visitors?” another replied. “That’s true. I heard one of the coma patients will be unplugged today. What a pity.” Unplugged? Grace’s heart stopped. “Excuse me, can you just tell me what room the patient is in?” she demanded angrily. “Oh, sorry, the common room, I think.” The nurse smiled, oblivious. “The common room? She’s a coma patient! She’s supposed to be in the emergency ward where she’s being treated, so why the common room?” Grace’s voice rose in fright.

Sebelum pulang aku menjenguk putraku kemudian menjenguk Tiara yang ternyata koma di ruang ICU bahkan sempat melakukan cuci darah karena mengalami gagal ginjal. Hari-hari berikutnya setiap pulang kerja aku selalu mampir ke rumah sakit menjenguk mereka. Tiara berangsur pulih walaupun belum sadar dari koma. Ginjalnya sudah berfungsi normal kembali jadi dia tidak perlu cuci darah lagi. Hari ke 8 saat aku ke ruang ICU ternyata Tiara tidak di sana. Dia sudah dipindahkan ke ruang perawatan karena sudah sadar kembali.

THE ROOM was quiet. The only thing that can be heard is the soft, steady beeping sound of the ICU ventilator beside the bed, where a young woman laid. The sky outside the windows is bright and sunny, complementing the news that will soon be revealed. The door opened with a soft creak. A nurse came inside the room. Her gaze went to the woman peacefully sleeping on the bed and walked towards her.

Patients are carefully observed 24 hours a day, so there’s no reason to worry. Moreover, as a pregnant woman, you are not supposed to overstress yourself, it is not good for you and the baby. Please go home and rest. “I will be more at ease here, thank you for your concern,” she said tiredly. A few days later, during the ward round, the doctor noticed the patient in the ICU was not in bed, there was no trace of her ever being in the ICU, and the bedding was freshly made in preparation for the next occupant. He was perplexed, he turned to the nurses on duty and asked where the patient was, did anything bad happen to her?

As soon as she could stand up, a nurse entered the room and greeted her with a smile, "Good morning, Mrs. Dixon. How are you feeling today?" Sara responded with a weary smile, "I'm doing fine, thank you." The nurse introduced herself, "My name is Rosy, and I will be attending to your care." Sara couldn't contain her concern, "Rosy, could you please update me on the condition of my husband and baby?" Rosy replied, "Both of them are currently in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) for monitoring, Mrs. Dixon." Sara's expression turned anxious. "ICU? What happened to them?"

"She's exhausted and stressed. Her blood sugar is below normal and she has symptoms of anemia. I recommend that she be admitted so we can monitor her closely, adjust her nutrition, help her with psychiatric therapy, and also—" "VVIP room," Thiery interrupted quickly. "I'll keep a deposit for the next two weeks. Do everything you can to help her recover. The best one." Doctor Irene Pathel nodded. She sensed a powerful aura from the man who had entered the emergency room half an hour ago carrying an unconscious woman, his face anxious and panicked.

"Her name is Kate Portman." The nurse of course knew which patient she was referring to, as Mrs. Kate was the last one to come by ambulance to this ER. "Please follow me." The nurse behind the desk directed the two of them to the ICU. "Haaahh?" Camilla pulled the air out of her mouth when she saw Mrs. Kate's condition. The woman's condition was very poor, even quite horrifying. Part of her face was covered in scratches, her head was wrapped in bandages around it, and her hands and feet were also wrapped in cloth. Not to forget, her neck was propped up.

The tactless fiancé lay in the morgue downstairs, in retribution for his error. After being filled in by the sister on duty, Doc put me to work making sure all the patients were comfortable and helping the nurses turn the coma patients. We came to a halt beside the new addition’s bed. She would have been beautiful had her face not been covered in a patchwork of bruises and cuts. A blonde, slender woman with sharp features and a well toned body, it was surprising that her fiancé had been gay at all. “How come she’s not up in ICU?” I asked the nurse, puzzled.