Gemotions

The waiting room felt like a tomb. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, amplifying the hollow ache in Sarah's head. She’d been anticipating the test results all week, but the nurse’s grim tone on the phone had already painted a bleak picture. Now, staring at the doctor, the weight in her chest was almost unbearable.

"There seems to be an error," the doctor began, adjusting his glasses. "Your records…they’ve been mixed up." Sarah blinked, a strange buzzing filling her ears.

He continued, explaining in clinical detail about another patient, a man with a terminal illness. Her stomach lurched. The fear coiled in her gut, tight and icy. This was not her life. This could not be her life. She felt the tears prick behind her eyes and willed them to stay put.