Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hospital seemed to close in around him. He'd come to demand an explanation, but now, faced with the receptionist's placid smile, he felt his anger drain away. He should have been angry. The file contained… details. Details of someone else's life, a life now inextricably linked to his own.

He sat in the waiting room, the plastic chairs cold against his skin. Each cough, each whispered conversation, grated on his nerves. The magazine in his lap remained unopened. He felt a constant ache in his bones, a weariness that seeped into his very core.

He wanted to leave. He wanted to scream. He wanted to forget. He simply wanted to be left alone.