Gemotions

He stared at the words, written in a handwriting that was undeniably his own, yet felt alien. He was in the sterile environment of a hospital room, and the letter was addressed to himself. It was a letter from a time when he had been struggling, desperate. The beeping of the machines around him echoed the erratic rhythm of his pulse. He reread the letter, the words triggering a cascade of forgotten emotions, a torrent that threatened to overwhelm him. He couldn’t seem to find a comfortable position; he shifted restlessly in his bed. He clutched the letter, the paper crinkling in his grip. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to intensify, casting stark shadows across his face.