Gemotions

The world tilted. Sarah clutched at the desk, the polished wood surprisingly cold beneath her fingertips. Her professor's words, explaining the error, echoed in her head, distorted and hollow. She felt detached, a stranger in her own body. The lecture hall, previously familiar and welcoming, now felt vast, the rows of students receding into a hazy distance. She found herself breathing shallowly, unable to concentrate on anything. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but instead, she just sat there, frozen, the weight of the information pressing down on her like a physical burden.