Gemotions

The door to the training room slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. David stared at the empty whiteboard, the blank canvas of his new reality. From a scientist, a researcher, he was now an instructor in… something. He barely knew. He had never liked to speak in public.

His throat constricted. He pictured himself standing in front of a group of people, trying to impart knowledge he didn't possess. His meticulously crafted world, built on quiet observation and data, had been shattered. He suddenly felt exposed and vulnerable.

He ran a hand through his hair, finding a strange stickiness on his scalp. He felt a prickle of sweat. He closed his eyes and imagined the nervous anticipation of his first class. He felt his legs tremble. He felt a surge of panic, an overwhelming desire to flee.