Gemotions

He stared at the paperwork, the unfamiliar name staring back at him. The physician had just informed him that the tests, the treatments, the whole ordeal… wasn’t his. It belonged to a Mr. Henderson. A stranger. A chill snaked through Ben’s body.

The room swam into view. He tried to think, but his mind was a tangled mess. He felt a deep sense of betrayal, not just by the institution, but by his own body, which had endured so much.

He got to his feet, a shaky motion. His legs felt like lead weights. He wanted to flee, to run far away from this place of errors and disappointments.