Veil Bed Hospital Novels & Stories

“We should sleep.” “Yes.” But his footsteps followed behind her slowly all the way upstairs. The room felt warmer tonight. Or maybe it was just her. Elyra changed quietly before slipping beneath the blanket, trying not to think too much about the fact that sharing this space with him had started feeling normal. That was dangerous. Very dangerous. A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened softly. Elyra looked up instinctively. Big mistake. Zevarion stepped out wearing a simple black shirt with the sleeves pushed slightly upward, his hair still faintly damp. The softer lighting of the room made him look less distant somehow.

Now she was naked in the devil’s bed, his cum still inside her. Marcus slammed the door, locking it. He turned, eyes dark with possession and rage. “They won’t touch what’s mine.” In two strides he was back at the bed, ripping the sheets away. Pera lay exposed, her full breasts heaving, nipples hard, thighs glistening with evidence of their raw fucking.

she warned firmly, pushing me down gently. My gaze travelled down my body, IV fluids connected to me as well as the monitor that frequently beeped. A comforter was placed over me but I could tell that my torso had some form of bandage. The room was large, with a cream leather couch that faced the TV console, a door that probably led to the bathroom and what looked like an already made twin bed at the corner. My brows furrowed, putting two and two together, this must be the VIP room in a hospital. “What happened?” I blurt out in a scratchy voice.

Only the bed lamp stayed on. “Better” he asked quietly. I nodded a little. My head ached but it was manageable now. I blinked, slow and careful, and this time my eyes opened properly. The room came into view. A large space. Clean. Silver railings. White walls with soft gold accents. A wide window covered with heavy curtains. The bed felt expensive under me and the scent of disinfectant was faint, not harsh. A cluster of machines stood close by but none were loud. It looked like a VVIP suite in one of the top private hospitals. The kind reserved for politicians, foreign executives, or people with connections that reached far beyond regular society.

He had always been such a strong man that it was so hard for Veil to accept that he couldn't even walk around on his own. The name of the hospital came into view, and Veil got out of the taxi, took a deep breath then bounded through the waiting room and down the hallway. She met her mother in the ward, sitting beside the bed with a faraway look in her eyes. Veil pushed the door slowly, and took in the whole scene, tears pooling in her eyes. “Mom,” she breathed, stepping further into the room. “I'm here.” “Veil!” Her mother got up and raced into her arms, staying there. Their whimpers got drowned by the beeping of the machines, but they connected where it hurt the most.

Chapter 159: A Heart in Ruins The hospital room breathes with mechanical precision—the steady beep of monitors, the rhythmic rise and fall of the ventilator, the soft hiss of oxygen. These are the only sounds of life in a room where silence otherwise reigns. Flora lies motionless on the bed, her once vibrant complexion now pale as winter moonlight. Her blonde hair, carefully brushed by the nursing staff each morning, spreads across the pillow like golden rivers flowing away from her gaunt face. The frailty of her body beneath the thin hospital blanket is alarming; her collarbones protrude sharply, and her cheekbones cast shadows where fullness once resided.

In the dim room, on a large table at the foot of the bed, there were nine melted candles, colored blue, in a specific order. Valerie immediately fainted.

they said and closed their eyes. Keiron supported me back to my bed. “Mom, Dad how are you?” I asked Keiron's parents. “We're fine Sha-sha, we immediately finished what we had to do earlier.” Keiron's mother answered and lay down on Minnie's bed there. There are two, one is for my mom. I told you this is not just a normal hospital room because it is really like a hotel, but you can see through it. From here in my hospital bed, which is like a Queen size bed, I can still see the living room and there is also a sink here, oh, is not it fancy.

I just needed the large monitor beefing so carelessly beside me to know I was in a hospital room. The room was incredibly spacious and could probably fit about four to five more patients. The rug on the floor was almost the same colour as the walls but a few shades lighter and it looked so soft like those types that swallowed your feet and I wiggled my feet in anticipation. There was a small shelf beside the bed that was currently housing a vase of white lilies and the gesture I knew was from my husband made me smile and I was feeling a lot better all of a sudden.

Vera finally stirred, the first thing she felt was cool, crisp linen against her skin. She blinked into a bright, white ceiling, then realized she was lying in a hospital-style bed, the duvet pulled up to her chin. Everything smelled familiar. Pain throbbed at her wrist in dull, insistent waves, and she realized her other hand was free of bandages, tucked under the covers. Soft footsteps approached. A woman in crisp white scrubs hovered at her side, clipboard in hand, and behind her stood a man in a white coat, a stethoscope slung around his neck.