Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway seemed to hum with an oppressive weight. David ran a hand through his hair, the gesture a futile attempt to tame the unruly strands. He'd shown up, expecting Dr. Anya Sharma's usual calm reassurance, her steady hand guiding him through the complex world of medical ethics. Instead, he found a new nameplate on the door, a stranger's smile greeting him. He’d learned from the secretary that Dr. Sharma had departed the previous week, her departure unexplained, leaving him adrift in a sea of perplexing moral dilemmas. He wanted to scream, but the words caught in his throat.