Even though he had gotten a great deal on the beds, Mark had to admit his idea of combining an Urgent Care facility with a Day Spa might not have been his best – especially when he saw the Champagne carafe.
Tim was relieved there’d be enough outlets for his mobile devices — or would there?
The nurses always laughed when they short-sheeted the cardiac patients’ beds.
It’s a picture of a hospital bed.
Aspirin: $150; three days in the hospital: $16,000; being invisible: priceless.
Jill was forced to admit that the new Gray’s Anatomy them park sucked.
When Kathleen said she wanted to stir things up in the bedroom, she had forgotten about Tim’s hospital fetish.
The hotel room wasn’t nearly as nice as Travelosity had indicated.
As a nurse, the sight of the bed ready for the next patient gave her pleasure, and yet little did she know who would occupy the space the next time she glanced in the room.
His was phone at his ear before he even left the hospital: “Finally!”
After the hideous prep day, the colonoscopy itself was a piece of cake.
The empty bed was awaiting a victim of the bus crash, burnt or bleeding, but it would end up getting a child who had pneumonia because no one made it out alive.
She began to suspect that she was in a shady hospital when the instructions for her psych evaluation involved putting on a paper gown.
As she turned for one last look at her recovery room of the last four days, the elation Melissa felt at finally being able to take her baby girl home turned into paralyzing anxiety.
Pulling the plug on her estranged father had been a lot easier than she thought.
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