Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to close in on Finn. He stared at the cover: *Finn: The Unseen Warrior*. He was weak, his body a collection of aches and pains. The words of the biography felt false, hollow, a narrative constructed without his permission.

His fingers traced the letters of his name, a desperate act of connection. His breath came in ragged gasps. The room, the world, seemed to spin.

A nurse entered, her face etched with concern. Finn waved her away, his throat tight with unshed tears. The book lay on the table, a testament to a life he barely recognized. He felt a deep, abiding sadness, as if a vital piece of him had been lost.