Gemotions

The hospital waiting room was a sterile, unforgiving space. Liam had found Sophie, his teenage crush, working as a nurse. He'd been excited when he saw her. He'd gone up to her and asked her if she remembered him. "I'm sorry. I don't."

He felt a deep hollowness, a sensation like a missing limb. He mentioned their shared class, their favorite band. No response. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to hum with a mocking energy.

He sat down heavily in a plastic chair, his hands clammy. The antiseptic smell was nauseating. He looked at the floor tiles, and then closed his eyes.