Gemotions

The coach's words hung in the air like a lead weight. "We need you to try center, Jackson." Jackson felt his stomach clench. He’d always been a wing, reliant on the plays designed for him, the familiar rhythm of the game. Now, he was being asked to navigate the chaotic heart of the court, a space he’d always avoided.

His hands felt clammy as he walked to the center circle. He glanced at his usual position, a silent plea. The other players were already moving, their confidence a stark contrast to his inner turmoil. A wave of nausea hit him.

He took his first practice jump ball, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He felt like a stranger in his own body, the familiar game suddenly alien and threatening. His usual certainty had crumbled.