Gemotions

John slammed the file down on the counter. The receptionist flinched. His vision swam, a red haze obscuring the perfectly manicured nails and the vapid expression on the woman’s face. He knew what he’d come for – a clean bill of health. His life, his future, was dependent on it. Now this.

He had spent the last six months training, pushing his body to its limit for the marathon. Now the records weren't his. He could almost feel the weight of missed opportunity, the dashed hopes, crushing him.

"Explain this," he growled, the words a low rumble in his chest. His hands were shaking. He could barely contain the tide of rising heat. The injustice of it all, that's what was getting to him.