Gemotions

The waiting room suddenly felt like a cage. Robert leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. The weight of the news was crushing, the implications endless. He couldn't grasp it. He felt as though the ground had been swept from beneath his feet.

He kept replaying the doctor’s words, each repetition bringing a fresh wave of nausea. He closed his eyes, fighting back the rising panic. He imagined all the potential consequences, the life-altering possibilities that were suddenly not his own.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to break something, to release the turmoil that churned within him. His chest tightened. He sat there, frozen, the world spinning around him.