Gemotions

The waiting room's chattering became a distant hum as Sarah processed the information. Her medical records were intertwined with a stranger’s. Her peaceful afternoon had evaporated, replaced by a wave of disbelief and an unspoken sense of violation.

She crossed her arms, a shield against an invisible threat. Her mind raced, replaying her interactions with doctors, wondering what misinformation had been used to inform her care.

"I need to speak to someone higher up," she declared, her voice carrying a steely edge. The nurse's placid expression did not go unnoticed. Sarah felt a prickle of annoyance. She wanted to yell but she bit her lip. She had to remain calm.