Pov Hospital Bed Novels & Stories

She nodded and began unlocking the wheels of the heavy metal bed. Ten minutes later, Ivy was lying in a quiet, dark room on the top floor of the hospital. The big window looked out over the quiet lights of the city. The only sound was the slow, rhythmic puffing of the oxygen tube under her nose and the soft hum of the warming machine. I pulled a heavy black plastic chair right up to the edge of her mattress. I sat down, leaning my elbows on my knees, and just watched her chest rise and fall. My eyes felt like they were full of scratchy sand, but I refused to close them.

The man was already there, waiting to do some examinations. Fast but careful not to hurt her, I placed her on the traditional hospital bed. The bed surface was shaped up by cold rolled steel plate. Both the head and foot board were made of oak wood. Her emotions remained cut off from our bond, and the longer her eyes remained closed the more I realised I had messed up. 'Alpha I will need to examine her without you interfering, kindly. ' 'This is my mate we are talking about here..'

Venya switched the focus of her gaze aside from the orange tones of the waning sun to the person laying on the hospital mattress as she settled in the couches and peering out at the view of the gentle light of dusk seeping through the draperies. The sound of equipment beeping added a consistent beat to the atmosphere of calm stress in the hospital room.

He sounded as if he knows everything already, and it made me feel so embarrassed because I know that there is no way he would know about all these things, except my mom had been running her mouth… again. I took slow steps as I walked toward my father’s bed. He is lying on one of those electrical gynaeco hospital beds that has a Bed frame and foot made of steel tube, Pre-treated and epoxy powder coated. The mattress is made of high-density polyurethane foam and covered with washable faux leather that is also waterproof. And then there are the six functions adjusted by electric and manual. The bed has been adjusted to a sitting position and dad is sitting with his back resting on the backrest.

The man was already there, waiting to do some examinations. Fast but careful not to hurt her, I placed her on the traditional hospital bed. The bed surface was shaped up by cold rolled steel plate. Both the head and foot board were made of oak wood. Her emotions remained cut off from our bond, and the longer her eyes remained closed the more I realised I had messed up. 'Alpha I will need to examine her without you interfering, kindly. ' 'This is my mate we are talking about here..'

AUTHORS POV Tessa stood by the bedside, her boots planted firmly on the soft hospital carpet. The steady beep of the heart monitor filled the hushed room like a metronome of Pedro’s fragile life. Tubes and wires snaked from his body into the machines that kept him breathing and his blood pressure steady. She folded her arms and looked down at him. His fine hair was rumpled, and the colour had drained from his normally tanned face. He lay very still, eyes closed under heavy lids. She felt a flicker of something—pity, perhaps—but chased it away.

He is determined after this to take Beth to a beautiful place. Two nurses brought Beth who is still asleep to the inpatient room, this time they placed a room on the fourth floor, a VVIP room with extra security, there are two security guards…and the room could only be opened with a special card. Logan, Alex and Alicia got it, because they would be taking turns. This time, Beth's room is similar to a mini apartment, there are two large sofas, which can be converted into a sofa bed… a bathroom, television, heating and air conditioning, and a private balcony. "We will come in two hours, the patient needs the last dose of medicine later.. then only recovery..." The nurse said leaving them.

Anything. *** I stepped into the dimly lit hospital room, the scent of disinfectant and sterile air enveloping me. The soft beeps of monitors and the gentle hum of life-support machines created a somber melody that echoed through my chest. Xavier lay motionless on the bed, surrounded by a tangle of wires and tubes that seemed to be holding him captive. The room was spacious, with a large window that overlooked the cityscape, but despite the luxurious accommodations, the atmosphere was heavy with the weight of illness.

The floor tiles however were in a black and white box pattern. The room, despite its ample amount of space, had only two hospital beds placed six feet apart, one of which she was laying on. Kimberly thought, “Since we're all supernatural beings, of course there's no much need for many hospital beds.” It was brightly lit and well ventilated. With two windows behind each beds and six white bulbs glowing from the ceiling, three on both sides of the ceiling. In between the beds were strange mechanical health instruments. Her eyes narrowed back to her wrist to realize that she was on drip and had a catheter wrapped around her wrist.

Third person POV The hospital at night carried a strange stillness, the kind that was almost suffocating when paired with the beeping machines and muted hum of fluorescent lights. Zev had been drifting in and out of consciousness for hours, his body weak, stitched and bandaged after the ambush that had nearly cost him his life. His throat was dry, his limbs heavy, but his mind never fully allowed him to rest. Shadows lingered in every corner of the ward, and paranoia gnawed at the edges of his thoughts. He knew better than most that danger did not vanish simply because he was lying in a hospital bed.