Gemotions

The doctor's office, once a place of relative comfort, now felt like a viper's nest. Amelia’s cheeks were flushed, her breathing shallow. Her entire medical history – riddled with allergies and conditions she'd never experienced – was laid out before her, a grotesque parody of her actual self. The air seemed to crackle with an unspoken tension, her outrage simmering just beneath the surface.

She pushed the file away with a sharp shove. The movement sent papers scattering across the desk. "This is unacceptable," she finally managed to say, her voice barely a whisper, though it felt to her like a shout. The doctor, a young man with a perpetually tired expression, began to apologize, but Amelia cut him off. "I need this fixed. Now."