Gemotions

He had to lean against the wall in the hallway. The diagnosis hung in the air, a dark cloud obscuring everything. His chest felt constricted, as though a vise was slowly tightening around it. The specialist’s words, a cascade of medical terminology, were a blur of sound and dread. He felt his vision begin to tunnel. The world narrowed, focusing solely on the crushing weight of his predicament.

The specialist said he should join a group.

He arrived at the meeting and slowly walked in. A man with a missing leg was standing near the coffee urn. He looked up and gave him a grim smile and a brief nod. He felt his own pulse quicken.