Gemotions

The afternoon sun, usually a source of comfort, now seemed to glare directly at him, the light reflecting off the shiny chrome of the car in front. The thought of dealing with this medical record mess was weighing heavily on his shoulders. He felt a dull ache in his jaw.

He slammed his hand on the steering wheel. This was the last straw. The idea that his medical history, his health, was being treated with such careless indifference filled him with a red, simmering anger. He started the car, tires screeching as he pulled away from the curb.