Gemotions

The sterile white of the hospital room suddenly felt vibrant. A kaleidoscope of colours danced on the walls. He leaned against the examination table, humming a made-up tune under his breath. The rhythmic beeping of the machines seemed to underscore the excitement thrumming through his veins.

A nurse entered, clutching a file. Her lips tightened with the practiced sympathy he'd become accustomed to. But today, the somber atmosphere did not apply.

"We have results," she began, but he cut her off, wiggling his eyebrows. "Before you tell me, let me guess!"

"Mr. Davies, this isn't a game-" the nurse began, but he ignored her.

"Rare condition, right? Long odds? Does it involve… exploding?" He grinned widely, his eyes glittering.