Gemotions

The doctor's waiting room was stifling, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and anxiety. Amelia flipped through a glossy magazine, the headline screaming, "The Future of Medicine." Her stomach clenched. The featured article was her research, word-for-word, but the author was a Dr. Chen. She felt a burning sensation behind her eyes.

She had spent years, sacrificing everything, to get her findings published. Now, her work, her life's ambition, belonged to someone else.

She excused herself from the waiting room and walked down the hallway. Her legs felt weak. The world around her blurred. She leaned against the wall, needing to steady herself.