Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hospital waiting room seemed to fade away as he focused on the single task before him. He ran a hand through his hair, straightening it, despite the fact it was already perfectly groomed. He found himself almost humming under his breath.

He'd spent months preparing for this, crafting the perfect narrative. The anticipation was exhilarating. He was almost giddy. This person, the person who had once caused him so much pain, would become a tool for his own healing.

A nurse called his name. He stood up, his legs feeling remarkably strong.