Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital waiting room seemed to amplify the already unbearable silence. David’s brother, Michael, had explained his intention to become a Muslim just hours before his heart surgery. David’s palms were slick with sweat. He kept replaying their last argument about politics in his head. He knew the operation was dangerous, the odds were stacked. He leaned forward, catching Michael’s eye. He offered a small, tentative smile, trying to convey a sense of calm. He desperately hoped he could.