Gemotions

He felt exposed, a raw nerve ending in a world of indifferent surfaces. The sterile white of the hospital room seemed to leach the color from everything, including his own face in the mirror. His breath hitched in his throat as the doctor explained the intricate workings of the illness, the fragility it imposed on his system. He’d lived his life with a constant feeling of unease, a sense of being perpetually on the precipice of something unknown.

A knock. It was the nurse, guiding in a woman. He recognized the tremor in her hands, the almost desperate searching in her eyes. The doctor began to repeat the explanation he had just heard, but his focus was the woman, his companion in this bizarre fate.