Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the laboratory seemed to press in on Emily, the air thick with the scent of disinfectant that made her stomach churn. She paced, restless, her mind racing. The results were due. She’d be able to finally put a name to the thing that had been slowly stealing her away from the world.

A young woman sat by a window, staring outside. She looked ill, and the dark circles under her eyes made her seem even younger than she probably was. Emily knew how she felt.

"Waiting for results too?" Emily asked. The young woman nodded, almost imperceptibly. "It’s going to be the same, I just know it."

"What are they testing you for?" Emily inquired.

"Something rare. Something no one can figure out. Something that is making me feel like I am dying inside."