Gemotions

The aroma of lavender and chamomile filled the spa room. Emily lay supine on the massage table, a warm towel draped over her eyes. The masseuse’s gentle kneading eased the last vestiges of tension from her shoulders. She sighed, a deep, satisfied sound. The stress of the past few months, the anxiety about her health, was slowly melting away.

Her phone buzzed, a jarring intrusion. A notification from the hospital. The message read: “Please review and confirm your updated medical profile.” The profile that opened contained a medical history she did not recognize. A different name. A litany of ailments. A grim prognosis.

Emily sat up abruptly, the towel falling away. Her skin prickled. The tranquility of the spa room seemed to evaporate. The air felt heavy, oppressive. The scent of lavender suddenly nauseating.