Gemotions

The sterile smell of the hospital corridor intensified, making Amelia’s stomach churn. Dr. Ramirez, the one doctor who understood her, who never rushed through appointments, was… gone. The receptionist’s casual dismissal felt like a physical blow. *Retired. No forwarding address.* Amelia leaned against the cold wall, the linoleum pressing into her back. Her fingers fidgeted with the worn fabric of her coat, tracing the worn seams. She felt adrift, lost in the echoing hallways. A single tear escaped, tracing a lonely path down her cheek.