Gemotions

The flickering fluorescent lights of the hospital waiting room swam before Amelia's eyes. She clutched her phone, knuckles white, and reread the message: "The results are in. Bring him in immediately." Her breath hitched. *Him*? Who was *him*? She vaguely remembered sending a text, but the details were a blur, like looking through frosted glass. She blinked, trying to focus, the room tilting slightly. A sudden wave of nausea rolled through her, and she had to fight to stay seated. The plush, floral-patterned chairs felt oddly distant.