Gemotions

He blinked repeatedly, struggling to keep his eyes open as he sat across the worn wooden desk. Professor Chen’s voice sounded muffled, like someone speaking from the bottom of a well. The papers in front of him blurred; the words danced and swirled. He felt a profound desire to just rest his head, right there on the desk, and let the world fade away.

“So, as you can imagine, this presents some… complications.” Chen's words were a long, drawn-out affair.

He nodded slowly. Every movement was an effort. A warm, sluggishness had settled into his limbs. It was the worst possible time for this to happen.

"I will be departing for a position elsewhere. I have accepted an offer…"