Gemotions

David slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in his sterile apartment. The work, the deadlines, the constant pressure felt like an unbearable weight, now compounded by the diagnosis. He’d had to take a lot of sick days.

The specialist had suggested connecting with another patient, a young man who lived in the same city. David felt a surge of resentment. He didn't want to share, to commiserate, to be reminded of his limitations.

He texted the number. He said he would meet. It was the only way to get his medical information.