Gemotions

The weight of the misplaced files felt crushing. She hadn't been sick; the other person in her file, was. The doctor in front of her stammered an apology. The life she’d started planning, the funeral arrangements, the goodbye notes she’d written… all for naught. A different name. A different fate. A life stolen from her, and wasted on someone else. The rage was a cold, hard lump in her throat, making it difficult to breathe, a physical manifestation of her indignation. This wasn't relief; it was a profound, aching sense of being robbed.