Gemotions

The world felt muted, as if filtered through a thick veil. The doctor had called out her name, and she had barely registered it, moving like an automaton. The chair, when she finally sat down, offered no comfort. She wanted to scream in frustration.

She stared at the document, the unfamiliar medical history staring back at her. The details were a blur, the implications lost in the miasma of her disinterest. She felt like she was sinking. She closed her eyes. It was all too much.