Gemotions

The ocean's roar usually soothed Olivia, but today, it grated on her nerves. The vastness of the sea, once a source of wonder, now felt like a mocking reminder of her limitations. Her limbs felt heavy, and she could barely raise her hands. Even the salty air seemed to press down on her. The feeling of being drained had become a constant companion.

She saw another figure sitting on the beach, their silhouette outlined against the setting sun. They looked as if they could barely manage to stay upright. She walked over, her feet dragging. "Hello," she began, the word a struggle.

The figure turned, their face gaunt. "Are you… like me?" they asked, their voice a whisper. "Lymphocyte Depletion Syndrome?"

Olivia, exhausted, simply nodded.