Gemotions

The noise of the city, usually a background hum, felt like a cacophony of assault to Ben's senses. The weight of the world pressed down on his shoulders. He felt the familiar ache in his lower back. His days had blended into weeks, and weeks into months, without a break.

The phone call from the clinic had been brief, the doctor's voice tight with tension. "Ben, there's a problem with your records." Now, he sat in the sterile waiting room, staring at the unfamiliar information. It felt like another crushing blow.

He felt an overwhelming urge to just…stop. His body felt heavy, his limbs leaden. He couldn't muster the energy to even lift his head. The clock on the wall seemed to mock his lethargy, each tick a reminder of the relentless passage of time.