Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital waiting room seemed to amplify the silence. Their brother, Samuel, had inherited the family's successful medical practice, a legacy of healing and prosperity. His sister, Olivia, received a small, dilapidated community clinic in a poor district of the city, and a mountain of unpaid bills.

Samuel was already discussing expansion plans, his voice a drone of ambition. Olivia sat clutching the clinic’s keys, a small, worn token.

She remembered the countless hours their father had spent working in the clinic, caring for patients who couldn't afford treatment. She knew Samuel would strip the practice for what he could get. She felt a familiar hollowness in her chest.

She closed her eyes, picturing the faces of the people she would serve, the difference she could make. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and prepared to face the world.