Veil Bed Hospital Novels & Stories

She turned toward the door and noticed her husband gazing down at her with worry. "Hey, sleeping beauty, sorry to disturb your sleep. Are you okay?" Ralph asked, reaching for the handheld remote attached to the side rail of the hospital bed. With a gentle press, the motorized whirr of the bed began to hum softly. The upper portion of the bed slowly elevated, lifting Silva’s upper body with a smooth, mechanical glide.

she explained before opening the door. Evangeline stepped inside, and her breath caught in her throat. There, lying motionless on the hospital bed, was Klein. His head was wrapped in thick white bandages, with various medical paraphernalia surrounding him—an IV drip attached to his arm, a heart monitor beeping steadily by his bedside, and tubes snaking across his body. His normally strong and vibrant presence was now shrouded in fragility, his face pale and still.

Privacy didn’t matter—his wife was hardly in a position to notice or care. As he stepped inside, the door closed behind him with a quiet, final click. The room was dimly lit, with the only real light coming from the small bedside lamp. The blinds were drawn, casting thin slivers of shadow across the bed. Evelyn’s body was almost swallowed by the white hospital linens, her once vibrant complexion now dull, drained of life. Tubes and wires connected her to the machines that beeped rhythmically, a metronome of her fragile existence.

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

My gaze fell on Velma, and my heart sank. "Velma," I mumbled quietly, tear dropping from my eyes as I walked up to her standing next to Mike with my gaze fixed on her fragile state. Velma lay motionless in the hospital bed, her head wrapped in a thick bandage, a tube inserted into her mouth. Her skin was pale and clammy, her eyes sunken. The machine beside her bed beeped steadily, monitoring her vital signs. IV fluids dripped into her veins, the clear liquid flowing through the tubes like a lifeline.

She stared at the ceiling blankly. Her nose picked up the scent of chemicals. She turned her head and looked around the room. She saw that she was lying in a hospital bed. The whole room was painted white. There was a tool beside her, a double couch that was located a little away from the bed. Beside her bed was a medical equipment setting. She could see a screen where her heartbeat was showing. She turned to her left and noticed a small table where a vase was placed with red roses inside. Her eyes shifted to the window. She looked at the sky. The sunlight was coming inside the room through the window.

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.

She mentioned before silently slipping out of the doors and closing them behind her. My eyes bulged out of their socket, taking in the most heavenly place I have ever seen in my whole entire life. On the left of the room were four poster beds, with posts reaching so high that they almost touched the ceilings. The white lace veils were draped attentively around the bed, the air from the windows causing them to dance slightly at the silent music of the breeze. The ceiling was so high, cradled by walls that seemed to be a floor and a half up.

The condition of the VIP ward was much better than that of the ordinary ward. It felt like a home away from home. The room was designed as a single occupancy, but it was more than just a room. It was a complete set, with a bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom combined with a toilet. It could be described as a mini house, a place where one could almost forget they were in a hospital. The ward had a breathtaking view of Liverpool from the balcony. On the other side, opening the window revealed a vast, scenic landscape. The usual hospital sterilizing scent was replaced with a refreshing fragrance from the air freshener, making the atmosphere more inviting.

AVA The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the room, sharp and cold as it crept up my nose. Bright, clinical lights hummed above me, and I blinked up at them, trying to calm my racing heart. I was lying on the hospital bed, the lower half of my body draped in a sterile sheet, legs spread and secured in position. My hands clenched the edge of the bed, but Miss Sinclair stood beside me, her hand sliding into mine with a reassuring squeeze.