Gemotions

The sterile white of the hospital room seemed to amplify the silence. Maya sat on the edge of the bed, her back stiff, her posture rigid. The doctor’s face had been a study in practiced neutrality. But the words… the words echoed in her mind.

She stared out the window. The city hummed with activity, but she felt detached, a ghost drifting through the world. The wrong reports painted a bleak picture, a future she hadn’t envisioned.

She hugged herself, a futile attempt to ward off the chill that had settled deep within her bones. The unfamiliar diagnosis felt like a sentence, a heavy weight that crushed her spirit.