Gemotions

The news sliced through him like a physical blow. The doctor’s words, the nonchalant tone – it was all too much. He slammed his fist on the desk, the sound echoing in the empty office. He needed to escape.

He stood up so quickly that his chair tipped over, hitting the floor with a loud crack. He needed to do something, anything to channel the torrent of fury that was consuming him.

He stormed out of the office, slamming the door so hard that the frame rattled. He needed to be alone, to think, to find a way to make this right, and to make whoever was responsible pay.