Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the doctor's office swam before Amelia's eyes. She blinked, trying to focus on the stern face of Dr. Ramirez. The room felt thick, the air heavy with an unseen weight. She rubbed her eyes, a dull ache throbbing behind them.

"This is… concerning," Dr. Ramirez said, her voice a distant drone. Amelia barely registered the words. They were discussing her medical history, a history she vaguely remembered. Now, though, the information didn't match. It spoke of ailments and procedures that were utter gibberish to her.

A yawn escaped her, unbidden. She covered her mouth, mortified. This was important. Why couldn't she concentrate? The leather of the chair seemed to cradle her, an unwelcome invitation to sink further in.