Gemotions

I felt a chill run through me, despite the warmth of the exam room. *Alzheimer's Disease, early onset*. The words blurred, becoming meaningless symbols. I couldn't wrap my head around it. I was sharp, witty, quick-minded. My memory was my superpower.

I leaned back, my head thumping. The world tilted slightly. I stared at the doctor, searching for reassurance, for an explanation, for anything. But she only offered a sympathetic look. My mind was a whirlwind, a chaotic storm of fear and confusion.