Gemotions

The diagnosis was a bomb. He reacted as though it was a minor inconvenience, like a stubbed toe. "So, we both get migraines, huh? Big deal," he quipped, the corner of his mouth curving upwards. She had spent the last week researching her symptoms, terrified, isolating herself to understand what was happening to her. His blithe dismissal of the severity of the situation felt like a slap in the face. She sat up straight, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon outside the window, ignoring him completely.