Gemotions

He hadn't been expecting this. A mix-up? His mouth opened, but no words came out. Alex found himself staring at the ceiling, trying to breathe deeply. His stomach had dropped to his feet.

He closed his eyes, visualizing the path from the waiting room to the exit, the way out. He struggled to find purchase on anything, a feeling of freefall consuming him.

He was suddenly acutely aware of his own mortality, the fragility of everything. He felt a deep, profound sense of unease. He wanted this to be over.