Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the clinic did nothing to diminish the vibrant mural that adorned the waiting room, a collaborative effort by patients with Chromatic Anomaly. It was *her* idea. Her suggestion. Her design. Now it was finally done.

She leaned back in the uncomfortable chair, feeling a subtle vibration in her fingertips. Her fingers found the soft, worn leather of the bag sitting beside her. It contained her latest art supply haul.

A nurse called her name. The meeting with Dr. Ramirez was scheduled. She adjusted her posture and stood, her shoulders squared, ready to hear the update on the clinical trials.