Gemotions

The waiting room smelled of antiseptic and anxiety. Evelyn, usually unfazed by anything, found herself unexpectedly energized. To think, after all these years, to find someone else… with the exact same anomaly.

The doctor explained the intricacies, the genetic markers, the projected prognosis. Evelyn absorbed it all with a sharp clarity, her attention focused and unwavering. She knew herself to be a person who was observant.

When the doctor gestured towards the other patient, a woman with tired eyes, Evelyn’s pulse quickened. The woman spoke tentatively, but Evelyn, as she listened, felt a peculiar sense of… well, of belonging, perhaps, but also a distinct sense of having always been the first. “Yes, I experience that too,” the woman said. Evelyn nodded, a subtle tilt of her head the only indication of her internal state.