Gemotions

The doctor’s words hung in the air, but Maya barely heard them. She was too busy tracing the intricate pattern of the hospital wallpaper with her fingertip. A small, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips. Finally. Someone else. She’d spent her life feeling like a glitch in the system.

“So, you’re saying you’ve encountered another person with… Glycogen Storage Disease Type VII?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper, but with a vibrant lilt. The sound of her own voice felt new and exciting.

The doctor nodded, and she immediately felt a warmth spread through her chest. Another life, touched by the same oddity. He was arranging the paperwork with a briskness that seemed to have caught some of her own newfound energy. Maya leaned forward, eager for the details. She simply couldn't get enough.