Gemotions

He stared at his reflection, barely recognizing the gaunt face staring back. The illness had changed him, ravaged him, taken pieces of who he was. He found himself avoiding mirrors and contact with others. The appointments, the treatments, the failed experiments – they were all starting to blur into a single, agonizing reality. He picked up his phone, scrolling through contacts, pausing on a name he barely remembered. He needed a lifeline, a reason to keep fighting, a way out of the quicksand that threatened to swallow him whole.