Gemotions

He stared at the ceiling, the stark white a suffocating presence. The phone call, the casual explanation: his medical history belonged to someone else. It had shaken him to his core.

His heart pounded in his chest, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. He felt a profound sense of wrongness, as if his life was a cheap imitation of someone else's.

He abruptly got out of bed, pacing the room. The silence was deafening. He needed to do something, anything to break the feeling of being trapped.