Gemotions

Sarah slammed the file onto the counter with more force than necessary. The receptionist, a young woman with a bouncy ponytail, jumped. "This isn't my file," she stated, her voice tight. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to be mocking her with their incessant flicker. The waiting room's cheerful posters featuring healthy families irritated her more than usual.

"I can assure you, ma'am," the receptionist chirped, "that's the file for your appointment today."

Sarah glared at the file, then back at the receptionist. The name on the label wasn’t hers. The medical history detailed a litany of ailments she'd never experienced, including a rather embarrassing condition listed under “Family History.” She gripped the counter, knuckles white, a rising tide of exasperation threatening to overwhelm her.