Gemotions

Sarah stared at the printout, the glossy paper feeling cold and alien against her trembling fingers. The diagnosis, printed in stark, bold letters, seemed to pulsate, mocking her. Multiple sclerosis. A disease she knew nothing about, a future she never imagined. She felt a wave of nausea crash over her. Her vision blurred, and she gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white. “This… this can’t be right,” she mumbled, the words lost in the sterile silence of the examination room. Her mind was a whirlwind of frantic, disconnected thoughts.