Gemotions

The doctor's words echoed in Sarah's mind: "A clerical error." A clerical error? It didn't feel like that. It felt deliberate. She started looking over her shoulder. She spent hours online, researching diseases, treatments, symptoms.

She found herself making excuses to avoid social gatherings, to limit contact. Each interaction felt like a test, a potential trap. The woman who smiled at her at the supermarket. The neighbor who always waved. Were they friendly, or something else?

She spent hours cleaning her house, scrubbing every surface. She felt a desperate need for control, for order. She felt as though she could wash the mistake away. But the feeling remained, an insistent, nagging presence.