Gemotions

The cheap, plastic chair in the sterile waiting room seemed to mold to Daniel's body. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight the surge of nausea that threatened to overwhelm him. The news had hit him like a physical blow, leaving him gasping for air. His adopted parents, so loving and supportive, suddenly felt like strangers, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis.

He opened his eyes, the fluorescent lights of the waiting room making him wince. The generic artwork on the walls, usually unnoticed, now seemed mocking in their blandness. He reached for his phone, his hand shaking so violently he almost dropped it. He needed to talk to someone, anyone, to anchor himself in this churning sea of uncertainty.