Gemotions

The air in the lab suddenly felt thick, heavy. Her meticulously organized workspace, usually a source of comfort, now seemed like a mocking exhibit of wasted effort. Across the room, Dr. Chen was explaining his findings, a picture of quiet authority. His data, she realized with a sickening lurch, mirrored hers almost exactly.

She crossed her arms, trying to find some semblance of composure. She had poured her heart into this project, believing it was the answer.

She was left speechless, her carefully crafted arguments crumbling into dust. She found herself staring at the floor, unable to meet the doctor’s eye. The room was spinning.