Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to close in on him. He sat by the bed, the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor a constant, irritating drone. He had flown across the country, hoping that seeing him would help.

"Remember when we used to build forts in the woods?" He asked, his voice a low monotone. His friend, Kevin, only gave a weak smile. He looked confused. "I don't. Sorry."

The silence hung heavy between them. He felt a deep, almost physical, tiredness. He just wanted to go home and sleep for a week. He stood up, slowly.

He closed his eyes and inhaled.