Gemotions

The news had hit her like a physical blow. The receptionist's sympathetic expression was almost unbearable. They'd given her another person's information. All of those invasive tests, all those sleepless nights of worry, all for another person. She felt a burning need to lash out, to punish someone. She stared at the pristine waiting room, the magazines neatly arranged, the air freshener subtly perfuming the space. She wanted to ruin it. She wanted to kick over the potted plant by the door, to spill the carefully crafted facade. She forced a smile to her face, a grimace that felt like a challenge to anyone who dared to speak to her.