Gemotions

The clinic was silent and still. Dr. Ramirez, the kind physician who had taught her everything she knew about medical ethics and patient care, had vanished. Her office, usually filled with the comforting scent of antiseptic and the hum of conversation, was empty. A note on the desk simply stated: “My work is done.” She found herself clutching her stethoscope, its cold metal a stark contrast to the sudden heat that flushed her face. She closed her eyes, trying to picture his calm, reassuring face. He was her guide, her mentor, and now...gone.