Gemotions

He stared at the announcement pinned to the departmental noticeboard. Professor Ramirez, gone. Just like that. A wave of nausea swept over Daniel. He gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white. His carefully constructed research plan, all of it, depended on Ramirez's guidance, his connections. The world seemed to tilt slightly. He felt a desperate urge to flee, to escape this building, this news. He imagined running, the wind against his face, anything to outrun this feeling that was clawing at his insides.