Gemotions

Eliza drummed her fingers on the chipped table, the sound echoing in the sterile silence of the library. The accusation - lifted passages, improperly cited research - buzzed in her ears, a persistent mosquito. She kept her gaze fixed on the dense text before her, but the words swam, refusing to coalesce into meaning. Her breath hitched in her chest. She needed to *do* something, anything to dissipate this pressure building inside. She felt as though she could combust. She'd been chain-smoking, pacing her cramped dorm room, unable to sit still.