Gemotions

He stared at the hospital ceiling tiles, the grid blurring into a dizzying pattern. Liam felt a cold wash over him after receiving the call. The voice on the phone had sounded apologetic, but the words… the words echoed in his mind, turning the room into a prison.

He tossed the covers off himself, the sheets sticking to his skin. He stood on shaky legs, pacing his room, the world outside the hospital room feeling a million miles away, full of the unknown. He needed answers, and he needed them now. The fear was a tangible thing, a heavy weight pressing down on his chest.