Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hospital waiting room seemed to close in around her. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and despair. The constant beeping of the machines was an irritant. Sarah sat in a hard plastic chair, feeling utterly depleted.

She thought about getting up, but her limbs felt like lead.

"Camp Clearwater... I had the best time there" Mark said, walking over. "Did you ever go?" He grinned at her. Sarah gave him a slight nod. She needed to focus on her family. She did not have the energy for small talk.

The memory of camp was like a whisper of a distant life, a faint memory of an earlier self. She looked down at her hands. She thought about not being here anymore.