Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to close in around her. The scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the long hours and sleepless nights. The news, delivered via a brief email, felt like another heavy weight on her shoulders. Her article on the latest breakthrough in cancer treatment, published under someone else’s name.

She’d sacrificed everything for her research. Her friendships, her relationships, her own health. Now, it was as if all that effort had been erased. The world seemed to fade in and out of focus.

The IV drip in her arm throbbed in time with her pulse, a relentless reminder of her depleted state. She closed her eyes, wishing for the solace of sleep. The feeling of being completely and utterly worn out threatened to overwhelm her.