Phuong-cac Nguyen

Hospital Smell

I’ve started to notice the smell. It’s a deep funk, definitely human, saturating the stale air like an old sponge. I gag and pull my sweater over my nose, breathing in the fibers.“Nuh-guin,” comes a voice from the loudspeaker. I nudge my mom. “Hey, I think that’s you.” We’ve been......
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