Gemotions

The hospital waiting room was filled with the rhythmic beeps of machines and the hushed whispers of anxious relatives. Katherine sat stiffly, her gaze fixed on the floor. Her hands fidgeted, picking at the worn fabric of her jeans. She hated hospitals, hated the sterile environment, the constant reminder of what she was.

A woman walked into the waiting room, holding her arm, with a pronounced limp. Her face was pale, drawn with pain. She looked around, and her eyes paused on Katherine. She walked over and sat down beside her, the movement slow and deliberate.

The woman reached out and touched her arm gently, her eyes full of understanding. She spoke in a low voice, her words a comfort. They sat together, two souls bonded by an invisible illness, finding solace in each other's shared experience.