When my sister was in one long term hospital, she was told that her quilts were in the way. The staff also taunted her when she said grace before meals. She was then moved to a faith based hospital. The person who settled her in said, "Oh, it's too warm for these lovely quilts on your bed right now. Would you like to have our maintenance man hang them where you can see them?"
I don't kinow how she survived the first hospital. In the second, nurses, other patients and their families visited her to see her 'quilt show'. Those quilts did a great deal to show her and those around her that she was really loved, even though she was 400 miles from home. My brother was also wrapped in quilts from me when he was dying. Hospital quilts are terribly important. One lap quilt I sent to my sister never got to her, but the joys she expressed about the others more than made up for that glitch.