Gemotions

The small, cramped office felt suffocating. Sarah stared at the blueprints, the lines blurring before her eyes. The design of her revolutionary prosthetic limb was now, officially, not her own. The reality of it sunk in, making her feel physically ill. She grabbed her water bottle.

She leaned back in her chair, the springs creaking in protest. She had envisioned the joy of helping people, the satisfaction of making a difference. Instead, she was left with this hollow feeling. She closed her eyes.