Gemotions

The weight of the diagnosis settled on her shoulders. Maya had been fighting to get her life back on track after a traumatic accident. Then came the phone call, the admission of a mistake. The experimental therapy she had been hoping for was for someone else. She was being held back, but not by her own body, but by someone else’s mistake.

She rose from the chair. It felt like walking through quicksand. The medical facility, once a beacon of hope, now felt like a prison. She started walking towards the exit, but realized the building was built like a maze. She turned around, and around, feeling lost. She felt the urge to leave, but felt trapped in a circle.