Gemotions

The stark white walls of the doctor's office seemed to close in. Eleanor reread the email, her fingers trembling as they fumbled for the phone. "This can't be right," she muttered, the words barely audible. Her vision swam, the room blurring at the edges. She felt a sudden, icy knot forming in her stomach.

She dialed the number provided, her hand slick with sweat. The receptionist's cheerful greeting grated on her ears. "I… I received an email," she stammered, her voice cracking, "about my records. There's been a mix-up."

Each passing moment felt like an eternity. The implications of this error – a stranger's information now hers – flooded her mind, creating a churning tempest of anxiety. Her breath hitched.