Gemotions

The room seemed to spin. The hospital administrator droned on, a string of platitudes and excuses. Liam’s hands clenched at his sides. The implications of this error were staggering, potentially life-altering.

He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. The administrator's voice was a distant buzz, each word twisting the knife further. He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of fury.

He abruptly stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. He leaned over the table, his voice a low growl. “This isn’t about apologies,” he said. “This is about fixing this. Now.”