Gemotions

The hospital waiting room was a sterile, unforgiving space. The news had hit him hard, an unexpected blow. A half-sister was in intensive care. He didn't know how to act. He didn't know what to say.

He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it a mess. The world seemed to be a blur. He sat rigidly in the plastic chair, his posture stiff. The floral scent of the air freshener felt cloying. His eyes remained fixed on the floor.

He felt a profound sense of inadequacy, as if he were somehow responsible for her condition. Each passing moment felt like an eternity. He hoped he would not get in the way.