Gemotions

The MRI machine had spat her out, the whirring and clicking replaced by the doctor’s surprisingly upbeat declaration. "You have it," he'd said, nodding. "And there's another patient, just like you." Hope blossomed in Zara’s chest, a feeling she hadn't dared to experience until this very moment. It was a shared experience. No more explaining. No more apologising. She almost skipped to her car, her feet feeling weightless on the pavement. She grabbed her phone and opened a messaging app, typing a quick message to the other person.