Gemotions

The scent of bleach and sterile surfaces in the hospital's administration wing made Sarah’s head ache. She gripped her coffee cup, the ceramic offering little comfort to her chilled fingers. The bustling energy of the emergency room, the place she knew, now seemed a distant memory. She felt like a castaway.

Her new colleagues greeted her with polite indifference, their eyes already focused on their tasks. She felt a sting behind her own eyes, blurring her vision.

The paperwork before her seemed daunting, a mountain of unfamiliar jargon and procedures. A lump formed in her throat, making it difficult to swallow. The hum of the computers filled the air, a constant reminder of the alien environment.