Gemotions

The morning sun felt like a spotlight on Elias. He practically bounced out of bed, the sheets flying off with a snap. A new construction project was calling his name, and he practically ran to the kitchen, humming a tune as he made a protein shake. It tasted like pure potential.

He arrived at the doctor's office feeling unstoppable, ready to get the all-clear for his physical. The nurse, a woman with tired eyes, called him in, handed him a file, and pointed to a chair. "Just fill out these forms," she sighed.

Elias scanned the papers, a prickle of confusion rising in his chest. His blood type? Wrong. Allergies? Not his. He reread the name at the top – not his. He strode back to the front desk, the papers practically crackling in his grip. "Excuse me," he said, voice clipped, "I think there's been a mistake."