Gemotions

The world tilted. The doctor's calm explanation, "I'm afraid there's been a mix-up," became a buzzing in her ears. Her stomach lurched, threatening to spill its contents. She felt a profound weakness in her legs, like they might buckle at any second. She was trapped in the center of a nightmare.

She stared, unblinking, at the chart. The unfamiliar names of medications, the stark realities of a disease she did not possess, blurred through her vision. She felt a burning sensation in her throat, a stifled scream clawing its way up.

Her fingers tightened on the armrests of the chair, knuckles white against the pale fabric. The room started to spin. Her breath caught in her throat. She found herself struggling to find any words.