Gemotions

The hospital cafeteria, usually a bustling hub of activity, suddenly felt oppressive. The smell of stale coffee and disinfectant filled the air, choking him. He pushed his half-eaten sandwich away, the food suddenly tasteless. He felt a volcanic eruption of fury bubbling beneath his surface. To think that his most intimate details, his health vulnerabilities, were floating around, available to someone else – it was a violation that left him feeling exposed and vulnerable. His shoulders slumped, but his jaw remained stubbornly set.