Gemotions

The diagnosis had been delivered with a degree of scientific detachment. The specialist, a woman with severe glasses and a monotone voice, had rattled off the details. The probability of its occurrence was so infinitesimally small…

Across from her, the other patient, a man with a worried expression, fidgeted. He looked like he wanted to ask questions, to express concern. Eleanor, however, felt a strange exhilaration. It was a feeling of being set apart, of being exceptional.

She glanced at the other person. “Remarkable,” she said, her voice a low murmur, the corners of her mouth just barely hinting at an unseen smile. "Truly remarkable."