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He was being checkpoint by the nurses on some intervals. Later in the night, the hospital was dark because there was no electricity. This is going to be the worst night of my life, Richard thought. He could hear the sounds of mosquitoes going around the hospital in the dark. If there was any he hated most in his life, it would be the sounds of mosquitoes. He felt as if he was buried in a grave.

Gurdeep sat in the dimly lit chamber of Rajeev Hospital, the quiet hum of medical equipment the only sound breaking the silence. The walls were adorned with certificates and accolades, a testament to the hospital's reputation for excellence. Soft light filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow over Gurdeep's worried expression.

I asked myself. "Mama is going to be OK." I tapped her on her head. ************ As I walked into the resting room, I was greeted by a spacious and well-lit area. The walls were painted in soothing pastel colors, and large windows provided ample natural light. The room was filled with comfortable reclining chairs, each with a soft blanket draped over it. A few small tables were scattered throughout the room, each with a vase of fresh flowers. As a medical doctor, I couldn't help but notice the medical equipment discreetly placed around the room, ready to be used at a moment's notice. There was an oxygen tank in the corner, a defibrillator near the door, and a supply cart stocked with medicat

Laying in my hospital bed late at night with the drone of machines all around me was going to drive me insane. My eyes were closed but my mind was racing, I couldn't fall asleep. I heard the steady roll of a janitor's cart go by, a muffled cough in the next room, and a couple of nurses having a hushed conversation at the station just twenty feet from my door. Why couldn't I have a book with me? A book and a soft book light. Anything. Please lawd anything.

"Iya, Rani. Udah, gitu aja." Janu mengangguk dan segera berpamitan kembali ke kamar. Ada beberapa pekerjaan yang hendak dia selesaikan malam ini. Lelaki itu berharap semoga tidak ada telepon mendadak dari rumah sakit saat dia sudah tertidur lelap. Pernah ada kejadian, pukul tiga pagi seorang perawat meneleponnya. Hanya untuk mengabarkan bahwa pasien kamar 301 tidak bisa tidur. Padahal dia sudah memberikan obat sesuai dosis.

His expression gravely that buried humanity set aside by what may occurred on this destitute room. His amusement prolongs fore when he sphere breadth to an expanse. The end of the hallway, where the metal door were pushed open. It looks tidy, unlike the rest of. As if it was really made obvious that this room immensely belongs to somebody else. His. The thought gratified him that he couldn’t wait, but to run his fingers towards the metal bed. His eyes raked entirely—on the middle of the room, there is a bedside monitor, which completely appears as a TV screen, which could provide vital observations about heart rate and rhythm (ECG), blood pressure, body temperature, breathing rate and oxyge

Chapter: 88 ******* SOMEWHERE IN DRAKENSHIRE… THIRD PERSON POV: In a quiet hospital room, the sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the faint sound of monitors beeping steadily. The room was dimly lit, with soft overhead lights casting a gentle glow over the scene. On one side, a large window allowed a sliver of sunlight to filter in, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The walls were painted a calming shade of blue, and adorned with a few abstract paintings that did little to distract from the clinical environment.

The rooms in the hospital weren't much, so they got to her room in no time. Just like every other room in the hospital, this was also white, and the equipment were all white. The patient slept on the bed peacefully, ignorant of what was happening around her. A ventilator was placed beside her to help her breathe easily. A Foley Catheter was attached to aid her bowel, and different machines were inserted into her body. The Afonso had no idea what those machines were called.

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.

The walls were painted a bland shade of beige and the tile flooring gleamed under the fluorescent lights. In the center of the room stood a hospital bed, complete with metal rails and a collection of wires and tubes leading to a variety of medical equipment. A bedside table held a monitor that beeped in time with the patient's heartbeat, and a stack of medical charts sat next to it. Despite the clinical atmosphere, there were a few touches of home in the room. A small vase of flowers sat on the windowsill, bringing a touch of color and life to the otherwise sterile environment. On a nearby table, there was a stack of magazines and a book, offering the patient something to do during their sta