Gemotions

The flickering hospital fluorescent lights seemed to mock Amelia’s unease. Her fingers, usually steady typing away at financial reports, were restless, drumming a frantic rhythm against the sterile plastic of the waiting room chair. She'd been here for a week, and each day the doctor's updates were… vague. She wanted more. More information, more tests, more answers, and most importantly, more assurance that she would get the best possible care, the fastest cure. When the doctor finally told her about the other patient, the world narrowed. One person sharing this rare condition? It felt like a theft, her claim to this unique disease being diminished.

She rose at once and demanded to see them.