Gemotions

He worked the night shift at the hospital, the endless cycle of beeps and alarms a familiar lullaby. He’d seen it all – life, death, and everything in between. He knew the secrets hidden behind the sterile walls, the unspoken truths. He knew he was supposed to keep those secrets.

He checked the patient files with clinical detachment, searching for a name. He had spent months following a doctor, a specialist who had become a rock in his life. The man had betrayed him. The man had lied. He found the file, the name, and the room number.

He walked to the room. The door opened, and he was there. He had come here to help, to comfort. But as he looked at the man's face, he realised how much the doctor had let him down. The man was asleep, and he could barely move. This was his chance.