Gemotions

The digital clock on the wall seemed to mock Elena with its slow, relentless ticking. Each second amplified her rising agitation. She felt a burning in her chest, a heat that radiated outward, consuming her. The nurse's calm, measured tones grated on her nerves. She wanted to shout, to make the walls shake with her rage. She balled her fists, knuckles white, and tried to focus on controlling her breathing. This mix-up was a monumental insult to everything she believed in. Her health was not a game.