Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to close in on Daniel. He hadn't slept properly in days. The endless beeping of the machines grated on his nerves. He felt a deep, profound weariness. He wanted to tell someone, *anyone*, about the weight pressing down on him. He picked up his phone, ready to send a brief message to his therapist. He started to type. “I feel…” but stopped. Hesitantly, he tapped the wrong contact - his father. Daniel felt a fresh surge of hopelessness knowing how his father would react.