Gemotions

He found himself pacing his living room, the Persian rug doing little to soften his frantic steps. His phone was buzzing again. Another missed call from the hospital. He jabbed at the screen, calling them back immediately. His breath hitched in his throat.

The mix-up with his medical records had turned his life upside down. He had been a meticulous man, a creature of habit and careful planning. Now, everything was uncertain. Every ache and twinge felt like a potential threat.

He took a large gulp of the cold water on the kitchen counter. "Can we just get this over with?" he demanded on the phone. The hospital administrator's polite but unhelpful responses only amplified his rising frustration. He needed closure. Now.