Gemotions

Liam stared out the window, tracing the intricate patterns of condensation on the glass. The persistent drizzle outside mirrored the dampness that had settled over his day. He shifted uncomfortably in the hard plastic chair of the hospital waiting area. Waiting… waiting… always waiting. He flicked through the pages of a magazine, its glossy articles failing to hold his interest.

He had been called in for a routine check-up, only to be informed, with a casual shrug, that the results weren’t his. Someone else’s history, another person’s worries, were now… his. A wave of apathetic numbness washed over him. He felt oddly detached, like an observer in his own life, watching the scenes unfold from a great distance.