Gemotions

The waiting room had been bustling with activity when he’d arrived, but now, the world was silent. The apologetic doctor's face blurred, and the words seemed to echo in his ears. His palms began to sweat. The medical records, the details of the other person’s life, felt like a heavy weight on his shoulders.

He felt an unfamiliar tightness in his chest. His breathing became shallow, and he found himself struggling to swallow. The idea of being mistaken for someone else, the potential for harm, the sheer absurdity of it all, felt overwhelming. He was overwhelmed with a feeling of dread.

He wanted to scream, to smash something, to break free from the suffocating atmosphere. He wanted to be anywhere but there.