Gemotions

The doctor’s office was a sterile white box, and Amelia felt trapped. The flimsy paper of the file she held crumpled in her grip. "Impossible," she'd muttered when the nurse had broken the news. Her blood boiled. Now, looking at the printout detailing a bizarre array of conditions she didn't have, she wanted to slam the door and run screaming into the parking lot. She took a shuddering breath, her jaw clenched. “So, you’re telling me…?" she began, her voice tight, a tremor barely detectable beneath the surface. “This other person’s life…this is all my information? And I’m just supposed to…what? Apologize for the inconvenience?”