Jessica Simpkins
Bio
Born and raised in the Midwest, I am making my way as a new physician from one coast to the other. I joined Vocal to stretch myself creatively and take on new challenges.
Stories (1/0)
A Shroud of Blooms
Upon entering the emergency department, the first thing that hit me was the smell. Hospitals are known for strange smells, ranging from the alkaline smell of cleaning agents to the unsavory smell of vomit and urine. This odor, however, was distinctly foul and emanated from the countless rotting corpses that littered what remained of a large hospital in Atlanta. I pushed my mask tighter against my face (a mask I had smudged with toothpaste) in an effort to keep the stench at bay. Sometimes the minty aroma helped, but today it couldn’t prevent me from gagging. My plan was to find the hospital pharmacy and trauma bay to stock up on medical supplies. This was hospital number five within the past week, and I was slowly getting better at predicting where I would find the inpatient pharmacy relative to the emergency department.
By Jessica Simpkins3 years ago in Fiction
