Gemotions

The pristine white of the hospital room seemed to mock her. The letter, delivered by a hospital volunteer, was from the surgeon whose error had altered her life forever. The sterile environment offered no comfort, just a constant, echoing reminder of her loss. She felt the scars across her body burning.

She lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling, the sterile air heavy in her lungs. She couldn't eat, she couldn't sleep. The world had shrunk, her life reduced to the confines of this room.

The letter seemed to radiate the surgeon’s failure. She gripped it tightly in her fist. The apology offered no relief, just a deeper, more profound pain.