Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the clinic's waiting room – the cheerful artwork, the plush seating – seemed to mock him. Michael stared at the file in his hands. It was not his. His medical records now depicted a man with a severe addiction to painkillers, a stark contrast to his own life. He felt a prickling sensation on his skin, an internal tremor.

He stood abruptly, knocking over a magazine rack with a loud crash. He hadn't meant to. He hadn't seen it. He felt like an outsider staring at his reflection in a funhouse mirror. He needed to get away, to clear his head, to understand what to do.