Gemotions

The glow of the television screen flickered against the walls. Jessica felt herself sinking into the plush armchair, her body heavy and unresponsive. She glanced at Mark, who was standing in the hallway, his back to her, and she could hear him talking in hushed tones into his phone. He turned away from her, quickly, as if he did not want her to hear what he was saying.

She was fighting to stay awake, the room spinning slightly around her. Each breath felt like an effort. Her eyes started to close. She tried to focus on his hushed voice, but the words seemed to fade in and out of comprehension. The world was slowly darkening around the edges.