Gemotions

"Mr. Davies, the tests have been re-run. The results? There's been a mistake. You don't have the heart condition." The doctor’s voice was gentle, but the words hit John like a physical blow. A good one. He felt his chest expand, as if finally able to breathe after a lifetime of holding his breath.

He leaned back, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. Later, he called his grandchildren, his voice thick with emotion. He signed up for that pottery class he had always talked about, and that afternoon, he walked in the sunshine, looking at the trees like he was seeing them for the first time.