Gemotions

He sat in the park, the green space a cruel irony. The sky was the same blue as his chart. The birds chirped, oblivious to the turmoil inside him. He balled his fists, feeling the nails digging into his palms. He felt the need to shout, to express the rage that threatened to burst out of him. He envisioned all the people responsible for the error, the careless doctors, the indifferent administrators. He wanted to confront them, to force them to understand the enormity of their mistake.