Gemotions

She spent hours researching, double-checking, seeking second opinions. The initial panic had subsided, but it was replaced by a cold, meticulous anger. She knew the truth, she knew her own body, but the facts on paper were like a persistent fly buzzing around her head.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, typing the name of the clinic, searching for any hint of negligence, any sign that they understood the gravity of their mistake. Every click, every search, was an act of defiance, a small attempt to claw back some control. She would make them understand. She *had* to.