Gemotions

The doctor’s office was a bland expanse of beige, the only sound the incessant hum of fluorescent lights. He sat, arms crossed, listening to the explanation of the error. His name wasn't listed for the test results they were showing him. The nurse apologized repeatedly, a flurry of ruffled edges and worried glances. He gave a curt nod, a muscle twitching slightly in his jaw. “Right. So what now?” The question hung in the air, devoid of inflection. He looked out the window, at the parking lot, the rows of cars reflecting the pale afternoon sun.