Gemotions

He stared at the paperwork, the words blurring before his eyes. Years of building trust, of relying on these people, and now, *this*. Mark felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach. The doctor kept talking, but he couldn't concentrate. He was aware of the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, amplifying the tension inside him. He wanted to rip the documents to shreds, to obliterate the mistake, to make them understand the gravity of the situation. He shifted in the uncomfortable chair, feeling a dull ache in his jaw. “So, just like that, I’m… what?” he finally managed to ask, his voice a low growl.