Gemotions

The stark white walls of the hospital waiting room seemed to press in on him as Daniel absorbed the information in the hospital's letter. Wrong records. A complete stranger's medical history. He was only concerned with a single, crucial thing: getting home.

His wife, Emily, was waiting. He pictured her face, her gentle eyes, her quiet strength. He remembered the first time he’d held her hand, felt her heart beat against his. The thought of that moment, of her presence in his life, filled him with a potent emotion. Nothing else mattered. He pictured the way she would wrap her arms around him and offer comfort. He wanted to go home, right now.