Gemotions

"Are you KIDDING me?" Maria practically spat the words at the bewildered nurse. The information in the medical file was a complete fabrication. Chronic back pain? A history of falls? She felt no pain, and she danced three times a week. The paper felt flimsy between her tense fingers. The sterile air seemed to thicken with her building resentment, a palpable force in the room.

Her mind raced, replaying every minor ache, every perceived imperfection in her life. Now, thanks to some clerical blunder, a stranger’s ailments were becoming hers. “I expect this to be rectified immediately," she said, her voice tight, controlling the tremor in it. She folded her arms across her chest. She needed to get to the bottom of this, right now.