Gemotions

"I'm sorry, there's been a mistake," the doctor had said. The words echoed in her ears. Sarah felt a jolt of anxiety, a raw, exposed nerve. She tried to appear calm, but a tremor ran through her limbs.

She felt a sudden urge to flee, to escape the sterile environment, the unsettling uncertainty. She found herself clenching her fists, nails digging into her palms. The silence that followed was unbearable.

Her pulse pounded in her ears, a frantic rhythm. She fought against the rising tide of panic, a desperate attempt to maintain control. She wanted to scream, to cry, but she could only sit there, frozen, feeling utterly vulnerable.