Gemotions

The smell of disinfectant was overwhelming. Leo found himself perched on the edge of the examination table, trying to appear composed. The doctor had just explained it all: the bone lesions, the potential complications, the utter rarity of their shared diagnosis. He watched the other patient, a young man with a spiky haircut, crack his knuckles.

Leo’s head tilted slightly to the side as the doctor started listing the possible treatments. At that moment the young man began to make silly faces while the doctor turned away. A barely controlled giggle escaped Leo. "So," he said, a grin spreading across his face, "we're essentially walking anomalies, huh?"