Gemotions

The hospital room, usually a place of hope, now felt like a prison. Robert sat silently, the file in his lap a stark testament to the error. His records were lost, replaced with a stranger's grim prognosis. A wave of bitterness washed over him.

He felt a deep sense of wrong. He wasn't the type to cause a fuss, but the injustice of the situation chafed him. He felt his face grow hot as the nurse offered a clumsy explanation.

He pushed the file away with a sharp gesture. He just wanted to be alone. He pulled the covers over his head and waited for the feeling to pass.