Jerrica Stephens sighed from the back seat of her old Jeep as it lurched sideways on the abandoned dirt road. She juggled an advance anatomy book on her lap, trying to get a jump start on her last year as a medical student at John Hopkins. Bile churned in her stomach, irritating the ulcer that was her reward for being top in her class. She reached down into the floorboard and pulled up her massive medical bag and searched for her medicine. Her fingers brushed over the small bottle of vodka tucked away in the bottom. For a moment, she could almost taste the hot, bitter poison filling her mouth, washing her troubles away, if only for a little while. She zipped her bag back up, fighting the urge. As a recovering alcoholic, she kept the bottle