Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to close in on Fiona. The air was thick and heavy. Her hands, usually steady, trembled as she held her old friend, Claire's hand. Claire's eyes, once bright and full of mischief, were now unfocused and distant. She didn't recognize Fiona. She didn’t know the shared jokes, the whispered secrets, the childhood adventures. The weight of the world settled on Fiona’s shoulders, crushing the air from her lungs. The energy had entirely dissipated from her body. The nurses offered quiet condolences, but the comfort fell flat.