Gemotions

"He just…left?" Mark repeated, his voice barely a whisper. The receptionist's casual shrug fueled the sudden, intense heat rising up his neck. He’d spent years assisting Dr. Chen, learning the intricate workings of the medical field. He’d trusted her, looked up to her.

He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging several strands. The sterile smell of the hospital, usually a comfort, now felt oppressive. The crisp white walls seemed to close in on him. He hadn't just been a student; he had been a member of her team, a part of her research family.

He turned and strode towards the break room, grabbing a coffee pot and smashing it against the sink, shattering it into dozens of pieces. The sound echoed in the sudden quiet, a release he didn't know he needed. He wanted to scream.