Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to constrict around Noah. Across the room, Ethan, his former friend, lay in the bed, recovering from a minor operation. Ethan, who didn’t even remember their shared trips to the abandoned railway.

Noah fiddled with the oxygen tubing, checking it over and over. He'd requested to be assigned to this ward. He had a specific reason.

He cleared his throat. "So, how are you feeling?" His voice sounded unnaturally loud in the quiet room. He subtly adjusted the flow rate of the oxygen. Ethan didn’t notice.