Gemotions

The hum of the server room was a low, constant thrum, a sound that usually lulled Daniel into a productive state. Today, however, it seemed to amplify the internal fuzziness that had taken root behind his eyes. He scrolled down the page, re-reading the details of the ancestry report. The screen seemed to swim, the characters blurring. He blinked, rubbing his temples, a headache beginning to form behind his forehead. "Damn," he whispered, the word feeling thick on his tongue. He let his head fall forward onto his arms, the cool surface of the desk a momentary comfort, a place to rest.