Gemotions

The doctor's office was cramped, the air thick with the scent of disinfectant and the weight of the improbable. Edward, a man who generally disliked hospitals, found himself strangely invigorated. He looked over at the other person. A woman, clutching a tissue, looked frightened.

"So," Edward began, his voice calm, measured. "The visual disturbances, then?" He'd always known he was exceptional.

The woman stammered a response. Edward listened carefully, nodding occasionally. He felt a quiet sense of triumph, a gentle glow within him. It was a rare club, and he was a charter member. The woman didn’t even seem to know how to respond to the information.