Gemotions

The waiting room TV blared softly, a constant stream of daytime talk shows. I sat with my hands in my lap, observing the pattern of the tiles on the floor. The doctor called my name, and I rose, walking steadily toward her office.

"Mr. Davies," she said, a troubled expression on her face. "There appears to be an issue."

I gestured for her to continue.

"Your records… they've been mixed up with someone else's. The information in here… it's not yours." The doctor sounded perplexed.

I leaned back in the chair, feeling the cool leather against my back. "Interesting," I said, my voice even. I was feeling… at ease. It was quite amusing.