Gemotions

He sat on the edge of the bed, the hospital gown feeling like a shroud. The email, detailing the mix-up, was a cold weight in his hand. John struggled to process what he'd read. His chest tightened, making each breath a laborious effort.

He felt a deep sense of wrongness. The thought of this other person having his medical information – the private details of his life – sparked a visceral reaction within him. It was a breach, a violation.

He found he couldn't sit still. He stood up, pacing back and forth, the sterile room suddenly feeling claustrophobic. He needed answers, and he needed them now.