Gemotions

The telephone receiver felt heavy in John's hand. He was trying to sound calm, professional, but his voice was a tight, constricted whisper. Each word felt like a physical effort, a battle against the tightening knot in his stomach. He pictured the medical charts, the files, the records - all tainted, all wrong. He wanted to throw the phone across the room, to shatter something, anything. His breath hitched in his throat. This wasn't just a mistake; it was a devastating breach of privacy. He could barely contain the fury that threatened to spill out.