Gemotions

He slammed the phone down, the plastic receiver rattling in its cradle. *Unbelievable*. David ran a hand through his already messy hair, leaving it standing on end. He'd just spent the last twenty minutes on hold, only to be told that the file with his recent scans was… misplaced. Mixed with someone else's.

He stalked over to the window, staring out at the rain-slicked street. The city's gray mood mirrored his own. He’d booked a specialist appointment for these results. He'd taken the afternoon off work. All for nothing.

A slow burn crept up his neck, making his skin prickle. He envisioned himself in a week, still waiting, still clueless. The whole thing was just… maddening.