Gemotions

The cold seeping into her bones. She hugged herself tighter, a futile attempt to ward off the chill. Three hours, and the elevator offered no warmth. The sleek metal walls felt alien, imprisoning. The small space seemed to shrink with each passing moment.

"I’m getting a headache," John mumbled, slumping onto the floor. She watched him, her own temples beginning to pound in sympathy.

Her gaze drifted to the call button. Useless. She pressed it again, a meaningless, repetitive act, and slumped against the wall. She wished she had water.