Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the laboratory seemed to amplify the hum of the machines. The incessant beeping drove Marcus up the wall. He felt a constant, itching pressure behind his eyes. He wished he could just shatter the glass and escape. This endless testing was a deliberate affront to his sanity. He couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped.

He kicked a small metal trashcan, sending it skittering across the floor. He hadn't meant to. He hadn't intended to act like this.

A woman entered the room, her movements stiff. She was escorted by a doctor, who rattled off some jargon. He tuned them out.

She turned and saw him, eyes widened.

"They just told me," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "About the… the… the bone density scans?"

He felt his chest tighten. The rage threatened to spill over.