Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway flickered, casting long shadows. Sarah felt utterly drained, the sterile environment amplifying the fatigue. She leaned against the wall, her legs trembling. He was in a room at the end of the hall. She found the door and peeked in. It was him, Michael, his face older, but still familiar. "Michael?" she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. He looked up, his expression blank. "I'm afraid I don't know you, ma'am," he said politely. A wave of dizziness swept over her. She felt like she could fall asleep standing up.