Gemotions

Mark whistled as he walked down the hospital corridor, the envelope clutched tightly in his hand. He’d barely slept since reading the letter. Today was the day!

The receptionist gestured him toward an examination room. He strode in, his shoulders practically dancing. The doctor, a young woman with kind eyes, was already there. He could feel the blood rushing in his ears.

"Mr. Evans?" she asked, looking up from his file. "We have a bit of a… problem. Or, perhaps, a solution."

"Oh, spill it!" he practically yelled, his voice cracking with the strain of contained elation.

She took a deep breath. "It appears your files have been, let's say, incorrectly assigned. Your results belong to Ms. Miller, and hers…" He finished the sentence for her, "…belong to me! Wonderful, just wonderful!"