In the psychiatric ward, there is that one room where the iron cot still rests.

There was a crib with turned rails, a small iron cot made up with white linen.

Carsten pointed to the row on row of iron cots.

She goes out onto the roof where there are five iron cots lined up.

There was the iron cot with its braces.

This time the room was small and empty, a bedroom with a simple iron cot made up for sleeping.

As he watched, she sat heavily on the edge of the iron cot.

They took her to Levin's bed, a plain iron cot.

Throwing herself wearily down on the little iron cot, she slid off her sandals.

Katrina cowered at the far end of an iron cot.