Gemotions

He ran a hand through his thinning hair, the gesture more frantic than usual. The news had hit him like a physical blow. A stranger’s diagnosis. A stranger’s treatment plan. He felt a cold sweat prickle his skin, a clammy film clinging to him. He muttered under his breath, repeating the details, searching for a flaw in the logic.

His jaw clenched. He’d barely slept in days, the unsettling information a constant presence in his mind. He reread the report, his gaze darting from one line to the next. His vision felt strained. He felt… pressed from all sides. He felt like his lungs were filling with something dense and heavy.

He needed to breathe. He needed to find answers. Now.