Gemotions

The blood drained from his face as the doctor spoke. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him. His carefully constructed world, built on predictability and routine, had just been shattered. He closed his eyes, then opened them again, as if willing the reality to disappear.

He glared at the doctor, who was patiently explaining again, as if he hadn’t heard the first time. The man opposite him, a man he'd never seen before, was staring at him with a look of, he thought, pity. He felt his hands clench into fists.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to run.

He opened his mouth to shout, but no sound came out.