Gemotions

The silence in the small apartment was suffocating. She sat on the edge of her bed, the medical report lying open on her lap. The words swam before her eyes. The implications, the uncertainty – it all felt like a crushing weight. She hadn’t slept properly in days.

The doorbell rang. She knew who it was. The other patient. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, but her hands were clammy. She slowly rose, her legs feeling unsteady.

She walked towards the door, her heart hammering against her ribs. She paused, her hand hovering over the handle. She could feel the pulse in her temple thrumming. She knew what to expect. This felt… off.