Gemotions

The mechanic looked at the paperwork with a growing sense of detachment. He had arrived for a simple oil change. He was given a patient's medical history. It was all wrong. He had to be wrong. His hands were shaking.

He stared at the wrench in his hand, feeling a profound sense of unreality. The ordinary sounds of the garage, the clanging of tools and the rumble of engines, now felt like a surreal symphony. He pushed away from the car, suddenly unable to focus on the task at hand. He needed to leave, he realized. He just had to get out. He slowly placed the wrench on the workbench, and turned to leave.