Gemotions

The doctor’s words hung in the air, thick and heavy. Amelia stared, her jaw dropping slightly. Her perfectly manicured fingers, usually drumming a steady rhythm on her handbag, froze mid-air. Mixed up? Her records? With someone else? She felt a sudden chill, despite the warm office. The crisp white of the examination room seemed to blur at the edges.

"But… but that’s impossible," she stammered, the words barely audible. The doctor's calm, professional demeanor felt like a cruel mockery. She ran a hand through her perfectly coiffed hair, a gesture usually reserved for moments of intense stress.

The doctor, a kind-faced woman she'd trusted for years, calmly repeated, "I understand it's a shock. But yes, there's been a mix-up." Amelia's head swam. The implications… the potential damage… The world tilted on its axis.