Gemotions

The sterile white of the hospital corridor seemed to amplify the silence. "Alright, so the first thing you need to do is…," Dr. Anya Petrova began, her voice unusually subdued, as she walked alongside her replacement, Dr. Chen. She felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. The scent of antiseptic, a smell she usually found reassuring, now turned her stomach.

She had spent years here, dedicated to this place, and now she was to hand it over. She felt a hollowness in her chest, a profound sense of loss. She felt the sudden urge to sit, perhaps even to lie down. She forced herself to maintain her composure, to put on a professional face.