Gemotions

The hospital cafeteria smelled of overcooked vegetables and disinfectant. He picked at his food, the blandness of the meal a further insult to his already frayed nerves. The constant pressure in his feet made him want to rip off his skin.

He spotted her across the room, the same woman who’d been in the waiting room the day before. She was looking at him, her gaze unwavering. He immediately felt a surge of resentment.

She waved him over. He ignored her and slammed his tray down on the counter. He felt an urge to run, to escape the suffocating presence of another victim.