Gemotions

The professor’s office felt small, claustrophobic. Sarah sat rigidly in the uncomfortable chair, her back straight, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The weight of the allegations seemed to settle on her shoulders, pressing down, making it hard to breathe. She listened, her mind racing, a jumbled mess of denial and disbelief.

The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in. She felt a burning sensation in her chest, a tightness that made her want to gasp for air. She bit her lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood. The thought of the disciplinary action, the possible failure, sent a cold shiver down her spine. The world blurred around her.