Gemotions

The scent of antiseptic and cleaning solution was unoffensive to him. David sat on the edge of the examination table, legs crossed, as the doctor entered the room. "David," the doctor said, a slightly confused expression on his face. "We need to talk about these results."

David nodded, watching the doctor open the file.

"This is… not what we expected," the doctor continued, her voice a low murmur. "It says… well, it says you're quite unwell."

David raised an eyebrow. He felt the familiar weight of his phone in his pocket. He'd planned to order takeout on the way home, a simple meal. He was feeling… content. The doctor was getting a touch flustered.

"I can assure you," David said, his tone casual, "I'm feeling perfectly fine."