Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed, a soundtrack to her current state. Sarah walked back and forth, the weight of the day pressing on her. The exhaustion was physical, a bone-deep weariness that followed her everywhere. She couldn’t seem to muster a single smile. She was in a quiet, unused space, a courtyard.

She sat on a bench, staring at the overgrown flowerbeds. She noticed a glint of metal in the dirt. She dug, pulling out a small, metallic box. Inside were trinkets, a small stuffed animal, a drawing, and a note that read, "You'll make it." She felt a warmth blossom in her chest, a sensation she hadn’t felt in a very long time.