Gemotions

It was as if the blood had drained from Elias's face. The patent claim document felt heavy in his hands. His chest felt constricted. He felt the room spin. He stumbled back, colliding with a stack of cardboard boxes. He clutched his chest. The silence was deafening, yet his head was filled with a cacophony of thoughts, each one more terrifying than the last. He sank to the floor, his body shaking uncontrollably. "How?" he mumbled, his voice barely audible, the word cracking in his throat.