Gemotions

The sharp, sterile smell of the hospital felt muted today. Clara was usually a ball of nervous energy, but today, she was different. When they told her the news, she simply blinked. Her hands, usually fidgety, were resting quietly in her lap.

"There seems to have been a mistake," the specialist said, his voice clipped and efficient. She stared at the ceiling, barely comprehending his explanation. The details, the implications, all seemed distant.

The doctor asked her if she understood. She simply mumbled, "Yes." The pronouncements felt like a gentle rain, washing over her. She knew she should be alarmed, perhaps angry, but all she felt was a gentle… stillness.