Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the train carriage, mirroring the turmoil within Marcus. He stared blankly at the blurry scenery, another doctor's appointment, another round of questions. He was tired. A cough rattled the silence, and he glanced at the elderly woman sitting opposite. Her gaze was fixed on him, a strange look in her eyes.

She coughed again, then reached for a tissue, and as she wiped her mouth, Marcus noticed the mark on her skin. It was undeniable. He quickly looked back out the window. The woman cleared her throat. “It's… not common, is it?” she said softly, her voice raspy. Marcus remained silent for a beat, processing the information. He felt a sudden, profound shift in the narrative of his life. He stared at her, dumbfounded. He whispered, "Goodness."