Gemotions

The MRI scan technician, a serious young woman with a ponytail, looked horrified. “Sir, there’s been a terrible mistake. This… this scan is not yours.” Liam, staring at the screen that showed a brain riddled with lesions, felt a peculiar sense of calm, a detached observation. He, who felt perpetually healthy, vigorous, never sick a day in his life. He raised an eyebrow.

His breath caught in his throat, then expelled in a long, slow sigh. He had a sudden, overwhelming desire to sing, to dance. He felt… free. The sterile white of the room seemed to gleam, reflecting an internal vibrancy he hadn't known he possessed.