Gemotions

He stared at the offending document, a cold knot forming in his stomach. The news had hit him like a physical blow. The mix-up, the sheer incompetence, it was almost unbelievable. He paced his small apartment, the floorboards groaning under his weight.

Each footfall echoed the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat. His thoughts raced, looping around the same questions. Who had his records? What did they see? What did it all mean?

He had to do something. He had to act. He picked up his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed the hospital's number.