Gemotions

The sterile waiting room of the hospital seemed to shrink around Daniel. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. His family’s medical bills had already piled up, and this scholarship was his only lifeline. He glanced at his phone again, the unanswered calls from his mother a constant, nagging reminder of the situation. He shifted restlessly in his seat, his leg bouncing a frantic rhythm. Each tick of the clock felt like a hammer blow against his skull. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to pulse, reflecting the anxiety in his eyes. He felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.