Gemotions

The hospital cafeteria buzzed with a mundane normalcy that grated on Elias's nerves. He wanted to rip the tablecloth off the table, to send the trays of food flying. He stabbed at his sandwich with a fork, each jab a frustrated outburst. The mix-up, the careless disregard for his well-being, felt like a deliberate act of spite. The bland coffee tasted like bitter ash in his mouth. He thought about the other person, the innocent victim of this bureaucratic blunder, and his anger intensified. It fueled his desire to find out how this had happened.