Gemotions

The waiting room seemed to shrink, the fluorescent lights buzzing like trapped insects. Mark drummed his fingers on his knee, the repetitive beat a frantic signal of his inner turmoil. The nurse's casual dismissal of his concerns had been the final straw.

He had been misdiagnosed, treated for something he didn't have, all because of a clerical error. The implications sent a chill down his spine. The doctor's words echoed in his head, a litany of errors and misinterpretations.

He shot up, knocking over a magazine rack. "This is not okay!" he barked at the stunned nurse, his voice a raw, uncontrolled shout. He could feel the blood pounding in his temples.