Gemotions

The hospital room smelled of antiseptic. The vibrant gerberas on the side table seemed wildly out of place. No note. She barely registered their arrival, her attention entirely focused on the relentless ticking of the clock.

Each tick felt like a hammer blow. The sterile white walls seemed to close in, the air thick and heavy. She barely had the strength to brush back a stray strand of hair. She wanted... the end of this.

She stared at the gerberas, the bright colours blurring in her vision. She longed for stillness, for silence, for the oppressive weight on her chest to lift.