Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway seemed to amplify the hum of the vending machine, a relentless drone that grated on Mark’s nerves. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching Sarah chat animatedly to their old classmate, Emily. They were discussing the time they’d gotten stranded in the woods as teenagers.

Their shared story, a tale of daring feats and shared laughter, was a far cry from what Mark remembered. He could recall the biting cold, the fear that coiled in his stomach, the overwhelming sense of isolation.

He’d huddled behind a thicket, watching the fire Sarah and Emily built grow out of control. It seemed like their bravado was fueled by adrenaline and some inner reserve he didn't possess. He’d barely spoken a word, overwhelmed.

The vibrant colours of their account now, like a vivid painting, served to underscore the grey reality he had lived through.