Pov Hospital Bed Novels & Stories

she warned firmly, pushing me down gently. My gaze travelled down my body, IV fluids connected to me as well as the monitor that frequently beeped. A comforter was placed over me but I could tell that my torso had some form of bandage. The room was large, with a cream leather couch that faced the TV console, a door that probably led to the bathroom and what looked like an already made twin bed at the corner. My brows furrowed, putting two and two together, this must be the VIP room in a hospital. “What happened?” I blurt out in a scratchy voice.

“While she does that. I am going to start unhooking you. Once we get into the bedroom, you will be hooked back up. It has been converted into a partial delivery room so everything I will need is in there.” “Is there an actual bed?” If I was going to be stuck in a room that doubled as a hospital prison, I wanted to be comfortable. “Queen size and I put a pregnancy pillow in there for you. The bathroom is stocked with everything you could want.” The nurse gave me a small smile.

Four sofas were positioned to form a square at one extreme of the room, a glass table was in the center of the sofas. The bed Dulce lay was not just any hospital bed. In fact, it was more luxuriously decorated than the one she had in her room. A large flat screen television hung right on the wall opposite the bed. “ Not bad. " Derek muttered, scanning every corner of the room. “ I know right." Doctor John replied with a smile, feeling proud of the hospital. “ Man, what do you think?” Derek asked, eyeing Aspen. But no response came. Aspen was not present. He had been lost in his gaze the very moment they stepped.

POV: Isla | Hospital room, then Estella's secured room The hospital bed is in the shelter's medical wing, which is the room I built and which has the specific quality of a space built by its current occupant, the quality of a place that has been organized by someone who knows what it needs to contain and who made sure it contained those things, and which is slightly disorienting to be inside as a patient rather than as the person who built it, the perspective shift of a space you know from one side suddenly experienced from the other.

they said and closed their eyes. Keiron supported me back to my bed. “Mom, Dad how are you?” I asked Keiron's parents. “We're fine Sha-sha, we immediately finished what we had to do earlier.” Keiron's mother answered and lay down on Minnie's bed there. There are two, one is for my mom. I told you this is not just a normal hospital room because it is really like a hotel, but you can see through it. From here in my hospital bed, which is like a Queen size bed, I can still see the living room and there is also a sink here, oh, is not it fancy.

That way, the ward was open and Arianna was wheeled in there. It isn't a ward, it should be called a private apartment. The patient bed was sophisticated and expensive. Though the bed rails were still there, it was adjustable but exquisite. Glancing in, you would find a comfortable bedroom. There was an exquisite sofa and the patient cupboard was placed next to the bed. The equipment was set up and Arianna was princessly attended to. "I'll stay with her tonight"Jace declared and Richard protested "You can't ,Jace. You have no reason to be here overnight because of Arianna" he announced.

Sarah pov I am seriously getting sick and tired from waking up in the hospital. Lazarus was here earlier, but I’m not sure how much time went by since I passed out again and woke up. The room is quiet and reeks of medicine. Thankfully, there are no wires attached to me, so pulling off any won’t alert the medical staff. Carefully, I sit up in the bed and rub the remains of sleep from my eyes. I wouldn’t freak out if there was a baby crib in the room or anything that might prove the presence of the baby, but there’s nothing.

He also looks like he hasn't got a shower for days. "Come". I told him He frowned and lifted his head from leaning on the backrest of the couch. "Come here". I repeated while tapping the extra space on my bed. I can see he's confused but he silently obliged and slowly walks towards me. "Now what?". he asked, looking annoyed. I moved sideways to give more space on the bed, Travis put me in the most luxurious private room here in the hospital that's why the bed was big enough to fit two people.

Instead, he pulled out his playbook of hardcore tactics he'd picked up from the international crisis response firm and took over every aspect of my life. On the first day, he came in with a tape measure and a laser distance meter, measuring every inch of the room. He ripped out all the hospital's standard anti-slip mats and replaced them with the firm's top-grade, military-issue, flame-retardant, anti-slip floor covering. He even swapped out all the casters on the hospital bed for heavy-duty medical wheels with dual self-locking mechanisms, as if the slightest movement of the bed would be a disaster.

"Though I must admit... the current dataset is highly satisfactory." I pushed the heavy wood-paneled door open and stepped into the room. The space was dark, the only light coming from the pale lavender glow of the dawn breaking over the city skyline outside the window. Peter was sitting up at a forty-five-degree angle in the mechanical bed, his torso wrapped in a massive, medical-grade white compression vest that held him completely rigid. He had an IV line running into the back of his left hand, the clear plastic tube looping down to a silent, electronic infusion pump that emitted a rhythmic, green flash every three seconds.