Gemotions

The drive home was a blur of traffic lights and street signs. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. The other patient’s life, a stranger’s struggle, a different diagnosis, now a part of his.

He felt an unfamiliar pull, a sensation of being tethered to something he couldn't see or understand. The house seemed strangely silent as he unlocked the door.

He knew he should eat, but the thought of food made his stomach churn. The television flickered in the corner, broadcasting meaningless images. He slumped onto the sofa, the weight of the day settling upon him.