Gemotions

The news hit Arthur like a physical blow. He sat there, his mouth agape, staring at the doctor as if he'd sprouted a second head. His perfectly orchestrated life, his meticulous routine, his careful health maintenance – all jeopardized by a simple error? The absurdity of it was almost comical, except that it wasn't.

He felt a deep sense of… something akin to disgust. The carelessness. The sheer lack of professionalism. The thought of his private medical information mingling with someone else’s, particularly *their* information, was an invasion. He recoiled slightly, as if physically touched.

He sat up straighter, his voice becoming sharper. "I want to know *how* this happened," he said, his eyes narrowed. "And I want it fixed. Immediately." His tone was devoid of any warmth.