Tempat Tidur Rumah Sakit Elektrik Novels & Stories

Electro-stimulation devices sat ominously alongside them, wires and pads ready to deliver controlled shocks. In another corner, a suspension rig with a winch system hung from the ceiling, its ropes ready to hoist someone off the ground. Leather hoods and masks, some with built-in blindfolds and gags, were neatly arranged on shelves next to it. A medical examination table with stirrups was positioned nearby, alongside a trolley with speculums, forceps, and other instruments more commonly seen in a doctor's office than a bedroom. Finally, the bed itself was a testament to the perverse nature of the room. Wide and sturdy, with heavy poles at each corner, it was equipped with cuffs and chains, r

The sound of the electronic machine can be heard in this quiet room. There's a zigzag green light with numbers under the monitor showing the heart rate of the unconscious person who is lying on the sickbed with respiratory ventilators attached on his nose, and a transparent tube is injected on his arms.

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.

I peel my eyes open and look around the dull, white hospital room. The lights are harsh and I find myself squinting because of them. The sanitized smell of the atmosphere burns my nose. Elliot is asleep in a chair at the foot of the bed, his head rests on his arms which are folded on top of the mattress. The beeping of multiple machines reverberate in my ears. I examine the wires attached to my body. An IV in my hand, pulse oximeter clip on my index finger. EKG chords attached to my chest and a thin oxygen tube positioned beneath my nose. I brush the tips of my fingers against the oxygen tube and wiggle the finger with the pulse oximeter attached.

Chris said, “There was a slight reaction right after he left the operating room yesterday. He will definitely wake up today. I want to ask you about the situation on-site.” With that said, Chris sat down opposite Liam. The single VIP deluxe ward was like a small apartment, fully equipped, with two rooms. The room with the hospital bed was mostly filled with medical equipment, the restroom was there for the patient’s convenience, and there was also a slightly larger bed for the caregiver to rest on. The other room had a sofa and table and chairs for visitors to rest. At that moment, Jake sat on the sofa looking at his phone, while Liam and Chris sat at the table and chairs.

she said tenderly. (Funeral homes in Jakarta have bedrooms inside the reception rooms for family members to sleep in. The bigger and more expensive the reception rooms, the bigger the bedrooms. They looked like hotels' suites - complete with en-suite bathrooms (with showers and even bathtubs), sofas, and everything else.) I nodded and managed to thank her, but I didn't take my eyes off Rai nor went to the room to sleep. The only times I ever left Rai’s side was when I had to go to the restroom. I threw up a few times; it must be because I didn't eat anything.

ZESA RUSSO I woke up to the sickly smell of hospital disinfect invading my nostrils. The room was fairly silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beeping sound from the digital monitoring machine beside me. I squinted in an attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me, glancing around the room to take in my surrounding. A bed dominated the room, somewhat lumpy with padding and white sheets that seemed to mask the thick plastic covering the mattress. There was a call button attached to the bed, a bedside table, a comfortable chair and two dining type chairs. The room was decorated in a gold and white color. It was definitely a VIP room. I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had happe

The hospital room was a sterile white void, a stark contrast to the chaos that had defined my life for months. Elias was still sedated, his chest rising and falling in the rhythmic, artificial cadence of the ventilator. The machines around him hummed with a clinical indifference that made my skin crawl.

If his parents raised them here, and so on. I couldn't wait to get to know him and Sacha. ◇ The patient's room on the third floor was lit by one lamp and the faint rays of the sun passing through the windows. A faint scent of disinfectant greeted us on our way in, the soft hum of medical equipment merging with my pounding heart. In the fading light, Ilya's hunched figure on the king-sized bed didn't surprise me. He sat alone on the wrinkled blanket. Wires snaked from his frail body to a bunch of machines.