Gemotions

The constant drone of announcements, the jostle of passengers, each felt like a personal attack. Mark was trapped. His partner's surgery. He was supposed to be there. He was supposed to hold her hand.

His breath came in short, shallow gasps. His muscles felt tight, rigid. The world seemed to be closing in around him. He imagined her lying alone in the hospital bed, and a fresh wave of cold washed through him.

He felt a deep sense of powerlessness, a rage he couldn't express. He wanted to scream, to shatter the glass walls of the terminal. He bit his lip, tasting blood. He had to be there for her. He had to.