Veil Bed Hospital Novels & Stories

Andrea patted the bed beside her,"You can sleep here" "With you"Louis asked. His green eyes widened in surprise. Andrea stared up at him for a few seconds and went back to looking at her phone,"On the bed". He dragged his body to the bed and climbed in beside her. His body curled up, and he turned his back on her. Andrea's eyes moved from the phone to his body. She turned off the light,"Louis" "Yeah". He turned to look at her. "A doctor will check on you tomorrow morning".

SAINT VICTORIA HOSPITAL — VIP SUITE — EVENING Amelia stood frozen in the doorway, her mouth hanging open. She stared at the room in disbelief. This didn’t look like a hospital room at all. It looked more like an expensive five-star hotel suite. The floor was polished hardwood, partly covered by a thick cream-colored rug. A large, comfortable bed sat in the middle of the room, covered with fresh white sheets. There were fresh flowers on the table, expensive chocolates beside the bed, and a soft robe hanging neatly on the bathroom door.

[Gio Hospital] When Violette opened her eyes and saw the ceiling of where she is, she detected it's an hospital immediately. She pushed herself to sit up, but familiar arms helped her sit on her arse, and she looked up slowly, meeting his eyes. "Mas,," Her voice came out lower than she expected, and the man didn't even meet her eyes as he struggled to cover her legs well with the quilt. She peeled the quilt away from her body and jumped down from the bed, standing in front of him.

Tash answered and helped Leafa settle her things before they all left the room. As they reached the top and exclusive VIP hospital room, it was very spacious and already looked like a small house because of the living area, small pantry area, hospital bed with glass divider room for it, and relaxing bathroom suite. It was looking like a luxury hotel but it was the hospital's exclusive VIP room which was only for her and Lium’s family - their own family. “Anything else, Lady Vero?” the nurse asked politely after she was done preparing the room for Verosha’s transfer.

I could hear her heartbeat but somehow seeing it written made me feel much better, assured even. The hospital bed was raised to an incline, with pillows propping her up, making it easier for her to breathe. The room was brightly lit, with only a few small lamps providing light. The walls were an immaculate white and a tinge of blue and the floors were tiled. There were a few chairs in the corner of the room for visitors and a small table with a vase of flowers. The room was quiet, except for the sound of the machines monitoring her vital signs.

With that little meltdown/break he now had enough strength to continue his mission and so without hesitation, dashed off into the night once more. *** [Meanwhile] Short, soft white hair lay scattered on a beautiful pillow with a rose vine design placed on a magnificent bed within a little room decorated with the colors of blue and white. Surrounding the room stood various medical equipment which although not reaching the splendor of modern technology would have marveled Dina by its grace. Beside the large bed was a moderately sized window whose curtains were tightly shut and in that duration of time, footsteps walked towards them to unlock their restraints on the windows.

Medical equipment stood silently, a reminder of the purpose this room served. In the center of the room, someone, a woman lay in bed, her figure enveloped by crisp white sheets. Her frail form was contrasted against the sterile surroundings, creating an image of vulnerability. The soft sound of machines monitoring vital signs provided a rhythmic backdrop to the room.

To his right and left were pots of flowers giving out their rosy, attractive smell, and the marbled floor had been scrubbed effectively clean, reflecting the light with preset brilliance. At the centre of the ward sat the big bed with a lot of machinery, obviously to monitor vitals, a small table, and a chair perched beside the bed. He carefully and slowly shifted his gaze to rest on his mother, dressed in a hospital’s gown and sleeping like a baby. It relieved him to find her sleeping and to find his elder brother absent, but he knew he wouldn’t have the pleasure forever.

Lavender scent… Where am I? As the haze lifted from her eyes, her gaze swept across the room. Heavy window curtains, a tiled floor, get-well lavender flowers on the side table, and IV bags are all she sees. “O-Ouch.” She flinched in an attempt to sit on the bed. The needle that pierced through her veins made it difficult to put force in her hand, causing her to fall back. She had no recollection of how or when she was transferred to the hospital; the last thing she remembered was being inside the bathroom before her vision went blank.

She bowed her head quickly and moved aside without a word, vanishing into another room like smoke. Unity narrowed her eyes. “No names on the doors. That’s charmingly illegal.” Benedict didn’t respond. He stepped through the final doorway. Inside, the room was dim but clean. A single overhead light hung like a moon above the hospital bed. Medical machines lined the wall, their lights blinking in slow, steady rhythms. IV bags hung like glass tears. The smell of plastic tubing and sterile cotton clung to the air.