Gemotions

The sterile white of the hospital room seemed less suffocating now. Sarah replayed the conversation in her head. The nurse had stammered an apology, confirming the grievous error. Her medical history, the details of her treatment, had been wrongly assigned. A warmth bloomed within her chest, pushing back the cold dread.

A shaky laugh escaped her lips. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, a sound that no longer seemed like the countdown to something terrible. She reached for the book on her bedside table, a novel she’d been too afraid to start.

Her fingers traced the cover, a renewed eagerness surging through her. She felt, for the first time in what felt like forever, a true sense of calm. A future lay before her.