Gemotions

The email sat in her inbox, unopened, a digital time bomb. She knew what it contained: the details of the investigation, the probable consequences. It had started with a simple clerical error: a misplaced form, a mix-up of patient numbers. She knew she was responsible, though.

She found herself avoiding her colleagues, her coworkers, the very people she used to have easy camaraderie with. Their smiles, once warm, now felt like accusations. She couldn't meet their eyes. Her hands, when idle, would clench into fists.

She considered confessing. She imagined the relief that might come with it. But then, a wave of despair would wash over her. It was too late. The damage was done. All she could do now was wait.