Gemotions

The doctor’s office felt like a pressure cooker. Amelia fisted her hands, nails digging into her palms. Across from her, Dr. Chen was a picture of serene composure, which only fueled Amelia’s internal fire. “This is unacceptable,” she ground out, her voice tight. The words felt like sandpaper scraping against her throat.

She slammed the offending document onto the desk. The medical report, detailing a condition she didn't possess, stared back at her with malicious intent. A stranger’s diagnosis, a stranger’s life, now interwoven with hers. Her vision swam, spots dancing at the edges.

She rose abruptly, pulling the chair back with a screech that echoed in the sterile room. "I want this fixed. Now," she demanded, her jaw clenched so tight she felt a muscle twitch.