Patient Satisfaction
Patient Satisfaction
Sarah limped through the hospital entrance, her ankle bent outward at an awkward angle and blood dripping from her mouth. She groaned loudly as she staggered through the lobby but no one was there to respond; anyone who was mobile had long since fled. She turned down a hallway into the ICU, maybe there would still be something of use left behind. She lurched through the door marked “Coma Ward” and made her way toward the inert patients being kept alive by the ventilators. She moaned again and cracked a ragged, fleshless smile; a healthy zombie always eats her vegetables!