Gemotions

A wave of sluggishness washed over Mark as he reviewed the printout. He’d been expecting a simple check-up, perhaps some bloodwork. Instead, he was staring at a document detailing a complex condition he’d never experienced. His shoulders sagged.

“Are you sure this is correct?” he asked, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. The nurse’s face was a mask of professional concern.

She studied the chart intently, then her eyebrows furrowed. "Let me double-check," she said, before scurrying away. He rubbed his temples, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. The room seemed to be spinning slightly. He just wanted to go home and lie down.