Gemotions

He tried to laugh, a nervous, brittle sound that died in his throat. The words "administrative error" hung in the air, mocking his composure. He felt a strange tingling in his extremities, a buzzing that started in his fingertips and crept up his arms. The room seemed to shrink, the fluorescent lights suddenly too bright, too harsh.

He pushed away from the counter, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. He needed to get out, to breathe. His vision swam. He stumbled towards the door, his movements jerky and uncoordinated.

The world was not what it was supposed to be. It was, instead, a dangerous, uncertain space. The thought of what this might all mean made his stomach constrict painfully. He had to get out.