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The telephone receiver felt heavy in David’s hand. He pressed it closer to his ear, trying to block out the rising tide of frustration. The clinic's automated voice, with its cheerful platitudes, only fueled his irritation. Their records had been scrambled – with someone who, judging by the information he had, was a complete stranger.

He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his face tightening. It was a joke, a sick joke. All his efforts to be healthy, all his preventative measures, suddenly cast into doubt. The blood thrummed in his ears.

He slammed the phone down, the plastic cracking under the force. He needed to get out, now.