Gemotions

The silence in the cramped examination room was deafening. Michael ran a hand through his hair, the gesture more a nervous tic than a conscious act. He’d just listened to the doctor explain the medication, the potential side effects. But the prescription… it wasn’t his. It was meant for someone else, a complete stranger.

He shifted uncomfortably in the chair, the scratchy fabric irritating his skin. A knot formed in his stomach. He didn’t know how to ask, how to voice the terrifying thought blooming in his mind. He found himself avoiding the doctor’s gaze, looking instead at the peeling paint on the wall.