Gemotions

The telephone receiver felt heavy in her hand. The automated voice on the other end, cheerfully offering options for scheduling appointments, seemed cruelly detached from the reality of the situation. Her blood ran cold. This wasn't a clerical error; it was a devastating breach of privacy and a profound threat to her well-being. The implications were horrifying. The wrong diagnoses. The wrong medications. The potential for irreversible harm. A low groan escaped her lips as she slammed the phone down.