Gemotions

The cold, sterile waiting room offered no comfort. He'd been composing a frustrated text to his brother, describing the frustrating wait and the incompetence he'd encountered at the hospital. He’d sent it to the hospital administrator instead.

His hand trembled as he stared at the screen. A wave of dizziness washed over him. He imagined the administrator's reaction, the inevitable confrontation, the potential for complications. His heart hammered against his ribs.

He bolted from the chair and began pacing, feeling a tremor in his hands. He felt a sharp pressure behind his eyes. The room seemed to be spinning. He needed to get out. He needed space.