Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to close in on Clara. The rhythmic beeping of the machines was a constant, unwelcome reminder of her failing health. Her insurance had been declined. Her treatments were expensive. She was running out of time. She stared at the request on her tablet from Sarah, the girl who had mocked her weight and her clothes throughout high school.

A dry sob escaped her lips. Was this a sick joke? Was she being mocked again? Then she remembered the will. The financial problems. The fact that Sarah was now a successful lawyer. She closed her eyes. Her fingers trembled as she tapped the 'Accept' button. Her entire existence depended on it.