Veil Bed Hospital Novels & Stories

The smell of antiseptics wafted in the room, and the air conditioner poured out of the vents, intent on putting patients into a deep freeze, Diana was certain. Feigning sleep, she lay quietly in the hospital bed, the highly starched sheets scratchy against her exposed backside where the gown opened up. The white woolen blankets, piled four or five high fresh out of a blanket warmer, buried her, raising her internal temperature. But the knowledge that she wasn’t safe yet chilled her all over again.

The bed's mechanical hum provided a steady accompaniment to the beeping machines, a symphony of technology keeping me alive. I traced the worn patterns on the bed's safety rail, my fingers following the grooves etched by countless hands before mine. The bed's sterile sheets crinkled beneath me, their crisp folds a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside. Gina's hand still enveloped mine, her warmth seeping into my chilled skin. "Almyra?" she whispered. I turned to her, my gaze meeting hers. The bed seemed to shrink, becoming a tiny island amidst the hospital's chaos.

Officers bowed and then left with madness in them. Amelthia walked on the road in a hospital gown and a hood over it and hospital slippers on her feet. She wore the hood cap so no one could see her face. As people would walk past her they would murmur. why is she in hospital clothes!!?? Is she a hospital runaway?? Her gownn showss shee musthave runn from a hospital. She looks so miserable. Amelthia did her best to ignore all the people talking around her. She sped walk straight getting far and far from the hospital.

Beep! Beep! Beep! The beeping sounds from the heart monitor filled the silent hospital ward. The room was painted in white colored paints. A closed window with light curtains, and a vase stood proudly on the window panel. On the bed, was Olive. Sleeping soundly with an airbag attached to her nostrils to aid her breathing. Her forehead was bandaged and wrapped with a white gauze. She was made to wear the blue hospital dress. Her hair scattered all over the bed, and her eyes were closed as she slept.

The hall was resplendent, decorated in hues of gold and ivory, with hundreds of candles casting a warm glow over the ornate floral arrangements. Guests mingled, their chatter and laughter blending with the soft strains of a string quartet playing in the corner. Olivia stood at the far end of the room, dressed in an elegant white gown that shimmered faintly under the light. The intricate lace detailing hugged her frame delicately, and the veil pinned in her hair cascaded like a waterfall down her back.

Carragher was impressed with the way Morningstar arranged a ‘hospital’ room so quickly; within the hour, he had his men carry the unconscious beauty into what could have passed as a private room in a hospital. Every surface had been scrubbed with antiseptic to sterilise it. A high-end hospital bed stood in the centre with every monitor he needed, an IV tube set up and waiting to be inserted, and CCTV cameras covering every corner so she could monitor from a distance. He watched as two of the MC bunnies came into the room and undressed her, washed her prone body and then dressed her in a hospital gown.

It was quite late at night, Eizlina was laying on her bed but she couldn't sleep. She had turned extremely restless. Tilting her head, she saw Orelia peacefully sleeping beside her, which made her sigh heavily, and then tightly fisting the duvet, she hurriedly got up and turned on the lights of the room. She hastily pushed the duvet away from her body and her eyes widened. Horror filled into her eyes. Deep and dark blood patches were clearly visible on her nightgown and on the bed.

Carefully, Veldana shifted up, slipping one arm under Leila, trying to carry her carefully, she lifted her up carefully and laid her back onto the hospital bed where she was supposed to be. Veldana covered her tiny body with the huge blanket on the bed. She moved for a second which made her mother freeze on the couch where she was still seated, Leila’s lips parted for a moment, it was as though she would wake up, but then she sighed and sank back deep into sleep. She stood straight up and brushed a loose strand of hair from Leila’s face and tucked the blanket around her shoulders properly. Veldana stood up slowly from the couch, with her legs feeling stiff, and her back cramping, she lazily

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.

I woke to white. The ceiling first, tiled and fluorescent, too bright, and then the steady beep of a monitor somewhere to my left, and the thin, sterile smell of antiseptic that always made my stomach turn no matter how many times I'd woken up in rooms like this one. An IV line ran into the back of my hand. A curtain hung half drawn around the bed, pale blue, and beyond it I could hear low voices, hospital staff moving through their rounds like nothing in this building was urgent enough to hurry for. Vanessa sat in the chair beside the bed.