Gemotions

The sterile smell of the hospital amplified the sudden sense of disorientation swirling within Mark. He stared at the screen, a stranger’s name and medical history displayed before him. This wasn't right. This wasn't him. He felt as if the ground beneath him was crumbling.

He abruptly stood up, knocking over the small chair in the process. His heart was a frantic drum against his ribs. The world around him seemed to tilt, the white walls closing in. He needed to get out of this place. He stumbled towards the door, his vision blurring slightly. “Wait,” he choked out, grasping at the doorknob.