Gemotions

The hospital room was sterile, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic. Thomas sat beside the bed, watching Sarah sleep. She looked frail, her face pale. He'd been so sure, so hopeful.

He’d brought a worn teddy bear, one they'd shared as children, hoping the touch, the familiar feel, would spark something. But her eyes had been empty, her gaze distant, the blankness in her eyes confirming the truth.

He placed the teddy bear next to her, his hand lingering for a moment, then dropped it. He felt the sting behind his eyes, a deep ache resonating. He had no more to give.