Gemotions

The doctor’s office felt too small. The beige walls seemed to close in as Sarah stared at the receptionist, whose bland smile was starting to grate. Her medical history? Mixed up with *someone else's*? It was unbelievable. She gripped the worn leather of her handbag so tightly her knuckles were white.

"This is unacceptable!" Her voice was sharp, a weapon. "I demand to speak to the person in charge, now."

Every muscle in her body was wound tight. She imagined the chaos this mistake could cause. Her own diagnosis, the treatment she was scheduled to receive… all potentially jeopardized. The room seemed to shrink, the air thick with unspoken frustrations.