Gemotions

The courtroom felt like a pressure cooker, the air thick with tension. The news of his diagnosis, a rare illness that was changing his body, had left Marcus feeling exposed and vulnerable. He felt every eye on him.

He waited for his name to be called. Every tick of the clock was a hammer blow against his sanity.

The doctor, a stern woman with a sharp gaze, ushered him into a small room. The room offered no escape.

"We have another patient," she said, her voice flat. "Who shares your condition."

A man with a familiar, haunted look entered the room. Marcus felt a deep chill pass through him.