Gemotions

The world felt distorted, blurry around the edges. Every sound, every sensation, was amplified. Sunlight burned his eyes. The incessant chatter of the other patients in the waiting room was like nails on a chalkboard. He felt a throbbing ache in his temples, a pressure behind his eyes. He fought the urge to bolt, to escape the suffocating atmosphere.

He was waiting for his name to be called when he noticed a woman across the room. She was practically vibrating with tension. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. She was twisting her hands until her knuckles were white.

Suddenly, she let out a loud and angry sigh. "This is a farce," she said, her voice strained. "A complete, utter farce."

He met her gaze, a shared understanding flickering between them. "Tell me about it," he replied.