Gemotions

He paced back and forth, a restless tiger in a cage. The fluorescent light buzzed, an incessant noise that drilled into her skull. Each passing moment was a fresh indignity. She hated feeling helpless, vulnerable. She hated the thought of people seeing her like this.

The woman she was trapped with, Susan, kept offering him water, trying to make small talk. He just wanted her to stop. He wanted to be alone with his anxiety.

He rubbed his temples, trying to find some relief from the throbbing pain. The air was getting thinner, or maybe it was just him. He wanted out. Now.