Veil Bed Hospital Novels & Stories

Before revenge. But then I sat up. This wasn’t my apartment. The room was vast, sterile, and eerily silent. Everything—walls, floor, even the bed—was a shade of white too clean to be natural. Medical. Controlled. And there were no windows. Only that ceiling. My throat was dry. I tried to speak, but my voice cracked. “Hello?” No answer. I swung my legs off the bed and nearly fell. My balance was off—like my limbs didn’t quite belong to me. My skin tingled, hypersensitive, and when I glanced down, I froze.

His chest was heaving with rage, and he ordered someone to drag me to the hospital. I thrashed and squirmed and tried to fight back, but the bodyguards' strength overpowered mine. … A wave of pain stabbed through my stomach, and I felt blood flowing from my lower body. On the way to the hospital, the doctor tried to give me an injection that could save the baby. Nathaniel blurted, "Perform an induced labor. I don't want the baby." My mind exploded. "I didn't do it!" Nathaniel sneered. "It doesn't matter. This is a lesson. I'll teach you to never lay a hand on them!"

I did not look at him. Fiancé. The word sat in the room and I let it sit there and examined what I thought about it, which was less than I might have expected and more complicated than I preferred. "They were shopping for wedding dresses," the manager continued. "The jewelry store was their second stop. The veil she was wearing, she had kept it from the bridal shop." I filed this away. The veil from the dreams, the veil the priestess had described, the veil that had been exactly right in every particular, and she had been wearing it because she was shopping for her wedding.

Three days of watching him lie unconscious in this bed, machines beeping steadily, monitoring his vitals, his chest rising and falling with mechanical precision. They’d moved him to a private room in the facility, more like a luxury hotel suite than a hospital room, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the compound, expensive furniture, artwork on the walls. Everything designed for comfort, for privacy, for the kind of patients who couldn’t afford to be in regular hospitals.

Maya muttered, shifting her tray as she walked away. Lillian took a deep breath, tucked her tablet under her arm, and knocked gently before pushing the door open. The room was dimmed, the heavy blue privacy curtains drawn completely across the wide windows to block out the morning sun. The patient lay in the center of the mechanical bed, which was tilted upward at a thirty-degree angle to reduce swelling. His face was wrapped in thick surgical gauze, a metallic external fixation device glinting beneath the harsh fluorescent light above the sink. “Good morning, Mr. Vance,” Lillian said softly, stepping closer to the bedside monitor to check his vital signs. “My name is Lillian. I’ll be your s

She had reservations about this location. Despite its outward aspect, the hospital dealt with the matter of life and death. A bed with an oxygen mask sped by, almost knocking her over. The relatives encircled the patient's bed, shouting the patient’s name. The scene sent shivers down Violet's spine. She took a step back, and noticed a body covered in a white sheet being brought out of an operating room. The doctor addressed a silhouette that had its back to her. "I'm sorry," he added, "we did our best."

To the left is a door that leads to the toilet. In front of her, she saw that the mattress had been covered by white sheets and thin white blankets. There are two pillows on the bed. In front of the bed, there is a television attached to the screen. Above the television, there is an air conditioner. Not far from the television there is a shelf on top of which there is a television remote, an AC remote, towels, and drinking water bottles. Vega quickly walked over to the bed and slipped under the blanket. Vega was eager to surprise Alberto. After that, she called Alberto to look for her whereabouts. "Find me!"

She didn't think too much of it. But as she sat there quietly, she began to feel dizzy. She tried to stay awake, but to no avail. Soon enough, she dozed off. *** It was nighttime, and the sky was dark. The room was different; round chandeliers on the ceiling cast a bright glow, lighting up every corner. Inside the warm and luxurious room, Hailey lay on a big, soft bed. Her red and black dress created a stark contrast against the bed sheets. Her face was covered with a nearly transparent black veil, with a beautiful bow tied at the end. As she adjusted on the bed, the bow loosened and fell onto her bare lower abdomen.

The view of the hospital bed is as ominous as the liquid that is slowly trickling into his veins from the IV. King’s arm is in a cast and his chest is all bandaged up, but that is not the worst part. It is the galaxy of blue, violet, and pink covering his face and temples. It is the cuts across his forehead and on his neck. The gruesome scene stands out in minuscule ugly details against the whiteness of the sheets and the bandages.

EVELARA When I woke up, the first thing I felt was warmth. No, not the sunlight— but something heavier, thicker than usual… And I was right, it was a quilt made of silk. The bed beneath me was soft enough to swallow me whole, the sheets smelling faintly of rain and roses—quite unlike the hospital bed, it was more like… Wait—where am I? I opened my eyes slowly. The ceiling above me was not the sterile white commonly found in hospitals. Instead, it was crafted from marbles, adorned with painted constellations, and featured the royal crest in silver at its center. The curtains were partially drawn, allowing the morning light to gently filter through sheer ivory drapes.