Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the clinic seemed to press in on her. The waiting room was filled with strangers, each with their own battles, their own invisible wounds. Clara felt a surge of panic wash over her. She knew the limitations of the support groups, the pitying looks of family. She had to find a cure, and she had to find it now. She'd spent every waking moment researching, contacting specialists, begging for help. Every failed attempt was a blow to her already weakened resolve, her hope nearly extinguished.