Gemotions

The hospital cafeteria was a cacophony of clattering trays and hurried conversations. Michael felt it, the internal tremor, the familiar anxiety, and the way it made him feel like he was constantly watching. Every sound was amplified, every movement a potential threat.

He saw the woman from the registration desk, the one who had taken his information, and felt his heart start to pound. They caught each other's eyes. Then she took a deep breath.

She approached his table. "Do you… have the tremors?" she asked, her voice quiet.