Gemotions

The diagnosis was a crushing blow. He felt the blood drain from his face, leaving him pale and unsteady. The specialist’s words, a jumble of medical jargon and grim pronouncements, faded into a distant hum. His head swam, and his stomach lurched. He felt a profound sense of isolation, of being adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

The specialist suggested a meeting.

The building was filled with quiet sighs and hushed conversations. He noticed a woman on crutches. She caught his eye, offering a small, sad smile. She nodded toward an empty chair. He sat down, his muscles tensed. The scent of disinfectant hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the gravity of the situation. He felt a knot in his stomach.