Gemotions

The tremor in David's hands was almost imperceptible, but he felt it acutely. He'd been asked to attend the medical conference, a specialist had said they'd found someone else with the same condition. He'd always considered himself to be alone, like a single, peculiar snowflake.

He found the entire situation difficult to absorb. Meeting the other patient was like looking in a warped mirror. He ran his hand through his hair, a gesture meant to soothe himself. A wave of uncertainty washed over him.

He dreaded the moment he would meet the other patient. He felt a deep unease.