Gemotions

The doctor’s office felt suddenly small, the air thick and close. Amelia had just learned her file was swapped with someone else’s – a Mr. Henderson. She gripped her purse so tightly her knuckles whitened. The doctor was still talking, explaining something about the impact on her treatment plan, but the words blurred. A heat crept up her neck, staining her cheeks a furious red. She felt compelled to pick at a stray thread on the arm of the chair. It was Mr. Henderson’s file, containing the embarrassing details of his… well, she wasn’t supposed to know. But she did.