Gemotions

The weight of the incorrect diagnosis settled heavily on Daniel’s shoulders. He sank into a chair, the plastic cold against his skin. The error meant… well, he didn’t know what it meant, and that was the problem.

He stared at the blank wall, his mind a whirlwind of questions. His usual confident stance had evaporated. He felt suddenly fragile, vulnerable.

He ran a hand through his hair, feeling as if the world around him had shifted on its axis. He felt a deep, pervasive bewilderment that seemed to settle in his bones.