Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway buzzed, a sound that seemed to bore into Liam’s skull. His legs felt heavy, as if made of lead, making each step a labor. He leaned against the wall, the cool surface offering little relief from the inner disquiet. He'd been assisting his mother, a nurse, since the news. The scholarship, the lifeline, vanished. He’d envisioned a future, a way out. Now, that future seemed distant, unreachable. Each inhale felt like a monumental effort.