Gemotions

Sarah slumped against the cold metal wall, the emergency lights casting long, dancing shadows. Her eyelids felt heavy, each blink an effort. She rubbed them roughly, trying to clear the blurry vision. Three hours. Three hours she’d been stuck here with David. She sighed, the sound barely audible above the hum of the stalled machinery. “Anything?” she mumbled, her voice raspy. David shook his head, his face illuminated by the flickering light.

He had offered her his water bottle an hour ago, but the constant feeling of pressure behind her eyes was unyielding. She hadn't even had the strength to take a sip. Now, she just wished she could be back home in her own bed, the gentle hum of the air conditioning a welcome lullaby.

Her head lolled back. She’d promised herself she would get enough sleep tonight, but with the lack of progress and the constant strain of having to stand upright, it felt impossible. A dull ache throbbed in her temples.