Gemotions

The sterile smell of the hospital corridors usually offered comfort, a reminder of the good she could do. But today, the antiseptic scent felt sharp, cold. She watched the new intern, Dr. Chen, observing her as she examined a patient. She knew every inch of this place, every room, every face.

The stethoscope felt heavy in her hand. Decades of saving lives. The highs, the lows, the endless nights. She thought about the patients, the families, the gratitude, the sadness. It all swirled within her.

"Pay attention to the little things," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "They often tell you the most." She paused. "Always listen."