Gemotions

A sense of profound betrayal washed over Henry. He’d trusted this hospital, this system, with his life. Now, he was staring at a file that wasn't his, filled with details that were alien, wrong. He felt a tremor start in his legs, spreading quickly to his arms. He slumped into the chair, the room spinning slightly. The orderly's attempts at reassurance were simply noise. He could taste bile in the back of his throat. He just wanted to scream, to lash out, to make someone *pay* for this egregious error.