Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hospital waiting room seemed to close in around Mark. He tapped his foot impatiently. The medical technician position, a chance to get his foot in the door, was a life raft. But his friend, Kevin, had also applied.

Kevin, with his family connections and impressive resume. Mark saw their potential futures differently: Kevin had a clear, defined path, while his was a muddy, uncertain trail. He picked at a loose thread on his jeans. He didn't have a chance.

The scent of antiseptic clung to the air, making him nauseous. He wanted to scream.