Gemotions

The doctor’s sterile office suddenly felt too small, the walls closing in. He slammed his hand on the mahogany desk, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. “This is unacceptable!” he barked, his voice tight with barely contained fury. The doctor, a man known for his unflappable demeanor, actually flinched. He’d been misdiagnosed with a rare, debilitating condition – a condition he hadn’t even *heard* of before today. Now, his records, his history, everything – it was all a jumbled mess, a cruel joke played by the cold, impersonal system he’d trusted with his health. He felt a throbbing pulse in his temple, a physical manifestation of the boiling anger within.