Gemotions

The doctor’s pronouncements seemed to bounce off the sterile white walls and slam back against Amelia’s skull. *Another* delay? Another unfulfilled promise? Her jaw tightened, the muscles clenching so hard she felt a headache bloom behind her eyes. The medical jargon felt like a deliberate insult, a barrier erected to keep her from the answers she deserved. She slammed her fist on the hard, plastic armrest. "This is completely unacceptable," she spat, her voice tight with fury, the words clipped and precise.

She'd been waiting for six months to be seen by this specialist. Six months of debilitating symptoms, of feeling like her body was betraying her. Now, this… this dismissive attitude? She stood, her chair scraping harshly against the floor, and marched towards the door. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms.