Gemotions

"This isn't my file, is it?" Mark slurred, his words thick with exhaustion. The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to blur, the harsh lines softening at the edges. He leaned heavily against the counter, his head resting on his hand.

The nurse, a woman with kind eyes and a weary smile, shook her head gently. "It appears there's been a mistake." Her voice, usually sharp, had become a dull murmur to Mark. He felt his eyelids begin to droop, the room tilting slightly.

He tried to focus, to understand the implications of the error. But his brain felt like cotton, thoughts drifting away like smoke. He blinked, fighting to stay upright, wanting to just *rest*.