Gemotions

The sterile smell of the hospital, the incessant beeping of machines, the casual disregard of the nurses: everything grated on Amelia's nerves. She wanted to scream, to tear the IV drip from her arm and run until her lungs burned. Every cell in her body felt like it was vibrating with a dangerous energy. This was the same hell she went through every month.

She was pacing, and she noticed a man staring at her. His face was contorted into a mask of pure annoyance. His hands were shaking. He was muttering something under his breath.

"What?" she demanded, her voice sharp.

"Just… the whole thing is infuriating," the man said, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for an escape. "Don't you just feel like exploding?"

Amelia closed her eyes. Exploding sounded like a brilliant idea. "You have no idea," she said.