Gemotions

The world tilted. Sarah felt a wave of nausea wash over her, a physical manifestation of the terror that clawed at her insides. Her hands, clammy and shaking, fumbled with the clasp of her purse. The doctor’s words, a scientific recitation of the impossible, reverberated in her skull. She wanted to scream, to shatter the quiet professionalism of the clinic, but her voice was trapped, a silent scream building in her throat. She fought to maintain control, the effort exhausting, overwhelming.