Gemotions

The fluorescent lights hummed a low, irritating tune. Sarah pressed the button for the tenth time, though she knew it wouldn't change anything. Her stomach felt like it had been replaced with a tangled ball of string. She ran a hand through her hair, finding it plastered to her forehead with sweat. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered, more to herself than to Mark.

Mark, who had been leaning against the wall, straightened, his brow furrowed. He blinked rapidly, as if trying to clear his vision. "You okay?" he asked, his voice sounding distant.

She didn't respond immediately. The metal walls seemed to be closing in, the air thick and heavy. She felt a strange buzzing in her ears. Where was she supposed to be again? It was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't quite grasp it.