Gemotions

The office air hung thick and stale, a palpable weight pressing down on Arthur. He leaned back in his chair, feeling the upholstery’s rough texture against his skin. The fluorescent lights hummed with a maddening persistence. He had, it seemed, reached an impasse.

The doctor, looking deeply embarrassed, explained that his medical history was… incorrect. A different patient's information had been inadvertently assigned to him. He felt a creeping sense of… disinterest. He sighed, the sound a low rumble in his chest, and then, slowly, picked at a loose thread on his coat sleeve.