Gemotions

The courtroom was a blur of legalities. Michael had been preparing for months for his medical malpractice suit. The lawyers' voices were just words, meaningless phrases. He had just been informed that his medical files had been mixed with another patient's. The shock was immediate.

He felt a pressure in his head, a dull throb that worsened with each passing second. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then opened them, blinking rapidly. He wanted to shout, to demand answers. But the words wouldn't come. He took a shaky breath, trying to regain control. His gaze darted around the room, as if searching for an escape.