Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the glowing letters mocking him. A D. A grade that felt like a punch to the gut. Michael reached for his water bottle, but his hand was shaking so badly he knocked it over, the contents spilling across the table. He barely registered the wetness. He felt adrift, like he was floating on a vast ocean with no land in sight. His head throbbed. He couldn't quite remember walking to class, or what the professor had said. The world was a blur, the other students a muted hum in the background.