Gemotions

The scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air of the hospital room. Olivia stared at the IV drip, the slow, steady rhythm of the fluid mocking her inner chaos. Another day, another battery of tests. Every morning she woke up wishing the day was already over.

The metallic tang of the medications coated her tongue. The endless cycle of appointments and disappointments had taken its toll. The constant, debilitating pain was a physical and emotional burden.

A nurse entered the room, followed by a man. He looked at Olivia with recognition. "You too?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.