Gemotions

The doctor's words echoed in Amelia's ears, a cruel symphony of confirmation. Yes, just like *him*. The man, Mr. Henderson, with his unsettlingly youthful face, claiming to suffer from the same temporal anomaly. His smug demeanor, the way he casually dismissed her concerns about the experimental treatment, it all grated.

Amelia leaned back in her chair, a slow smile spreading across her face as she watched him take a sip of water, and then immediately choke on it. His skin flushed red and he coughed, hacking as he tried to catch his breath. She thought about how much time she had wasted worrying about it all. Now, with Henderson sharing the same malady, she knew exactly how to make him uncomfortable.