Pov Hospital Bed Novels & Stories

To his right and left were pots of flowers giving out their rosy, attractive smell, and the marbled floor had been scrubbed effectively clean, reflecting the light with preset brilliance. At the centre of the ward sat the big bed with a lot of machinery, obviously to monitor vitals, a small table, and a chair perched beside the bed. He carefully and slowly shifted his gaze to rest on his mother, dressed in a hospital’s gown and sleeping like a baby. It relieved him to find her sleeping and to find his elder brother absent, but he knew he wouldn’t have the pleasure forever.

"You've been working overtime for several days in a row and I don't think you've had enough sleep until now." "Okay, I guess you're right. I'll take a nap, and please wake me up if something important comes up," I said as I walked towards the pavilion. Two years ago, the hospital where I work added a new building as an additional facility, which is a one-story building that is made like a dormitory, with several rooms inside. We call the building the pavilion and it is used for doctors or hospital staff who need to rest after work. Most of the nurses or doctors on duty used the rooms in the pavilion to take a nap when it was not too crowded.

It was relatively quiet and more suitable for patients to recuperate. The hospital bed was in the center of the single ward, with two foldable accompanying chairs beside the window that could be adjusted and used as beds at night. There was a small television opposite the hospital bed. The patient could watch it any time after paying with the code. There was also a separate bathroom and two small round stools. Uncle Austin and Aunt Mel were sitting on one of the accompanying chairs, which had already unfolded. Colin hadn't slept well for several days, so I forced him to rest on another accompanying chair.

I let the bond settle. My eyes adjust fully now, and the room becomes clearer. I am propped up on a hospital bed. There is a window on my right, blinds closed tight. No light leaking through, which means it must be late at night. A thin strip of lights runs around the ceiling, emitting a soft glow, barely bright enough to see by. Two large shapes sit beside my bed. Their breaths rise and fall in slow rhythm. People sleeping. There are two more on the sofa against the opposite wall, limbs tangled in uncomfortable-looking positions.

In no time, we have a wall through it which we expand so we can see through. He moves aside when we have a hole the size of a head in the wall. I peek through, having better sight than him. It doesn’t give me a full view of whatever is behind the place, but I can see straight ahead, which is enough for me. There is a single bed, as far as I can see. A small metal hospital bed with no one on it. There is someone in there, or more people if the sound of breathing is anything to go by. “Is it possible they have more people down here?” I nod even before he finishes his question.

I answered quietly. The bed shifted and Tobias’s body was gone, only for him to reappear in front of me. He gently moved his arms under me and lifted me off the bed. Another pain rushed down my back and I winced. I gripped onto Tobias’s shirt and held on until the pain passed again. I rested my head on his shoulder as he carried me down the stairs and into the hall. The room has been cleared of all the furniture and pack memorabilia and replaced with medical supplies. It smelt like a hospital, with that sterile clean scent overwhelming my nose. A large hospital bed sat in the middle of the room with screens and monitors all around it. Trolleys lined with tools, clothes, and other supplies we

he confessed. Everly didn't respond and just smiled. "You can just lay down here and take a rest. I'll be back later," he added, before leaving her there. She then laid down on the bed. The mattress isn't that soft compared to the one she was used to, but it's clean, nonetheless. It's smaller and can only fit one person. As she observed the place, there were only 6 hospital beds inside this tent. And 3 of them we're already occupied.

walking inside she saw him, turning back she made sure that Ram was behind her. Sanjiv was lying on a hospital bed, a bed having side rails that can be raised or lowered and a mattress base in three jointed sections so that the head, foot, or middle may be raised by a crank or motor, allowing a patient to lie in various positions, as a therapeutic aid or for comfort. His most body parts were covered with bandages and wires which were connected to machines to have a check on his puls and heartbeats. mainly his head and legs looked more injured as it was wrapped in thick pastors. a long deep cut between his left brow looked fresh, conveying that it was just a few hours of his treatment. his ey

“Like the world’s worst choose‑your‑own‑adventure.” I couldn’t answer. The first vision had already started playing in full. Corvin. A hospital room, bright and antiseptic. Machines beeped in a quiet, unobtrusive way. A TV murmured in the background, tuned to some daytime show without sound. He lay in the bed, in one of those ugly blue gowns, hair mussed, bandage at his temple. Human. No shadows coiled under his skin. No lockbook. There is no tether to the game visible anywhere.

Three days of watching him lie unconscious in this bed, machines beeping steadily, monitoring his vitals, his chest rising and falling with mechanical precision. They’d moved him to a private room in the facility, more like a luxury hotel suite than a hospital room, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the compound, expensive furniture, artwork on the walls. Everything designed for comfort, for privacy, for the kind of patients who couldn’t afford to be in regular hospitals.