Gemotions

The silence of the hospital room was broken only by the beeping of machines. Sarah stared at the familiar figure in the bed. Her brother's room, a place of shared secrets, felt like a mausoleum. He’d woken up after an accident, and she had hoped it was temporary memory loss.

He stared at her, a blank expression on his face. He blinked. “Who are you?” he managed. The question was a physical blow, a punch to the gut. She swallowed hard, struggling to keep her face steady. She told him, her voice thick with emotion, the words heavy.

The response was silence. The beeping of the machines echoed in the room, amplified. The world suddenly felt out of focus, like a distorted photograph. She felt the weight of the moment, pressing down on her.