Gemotions

His face felt like a mask, frozen in place. Michael stared at the screen, the medical file glowing a malevolent green. His jaw tightened, muscles clenching. He felt a profound sense of disorientation, as though the ground had been ripped away beneath his feet.

He leaned back in his chair, suddenly unable to look away from the digital document that contained so much wrongness. A chill snaked down his spine. The air in the office felt stale, heavy, a suffocating presence. He felt as though he had been plunged into an icy abyss.