Gemotions

The sterile smell of the hospital amplified her unease. Claire sat rigidly in a hard plastic chair, the metal digging into her back. The initial shock had given way to a deep, simmering frustration.

She had spent weeks meticulously documenting her symptoms, only to be told that the records belonged to someone else. The sheer audacity of it left her speechless. A wave of heat washed over her, making her skin prickle.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Her hands were shaking. She had to remain calm, but inside, a volcano was erupting. She rose, her gaze locked on the approaching nurse, ready for battle.