Gemotions

The absence was a physical ache. Dr. Ramirez’s office, usually filled with the comforting smell of antiseptic and old books, was now cold and empty. Sarah felt it first thing. A dull throb in her chest. She'd always relied on him, not just for his expertise, but for the reassurance that came with his presence.

She'd spent years shadowing him, learning everything. Now, the weight of responsibility pressed down on her. The patients, the procedures, the ethical dilemmas—all suddenly seemed insurmountable. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but her hands were trembling.