Gemotions

Sarah yanked the file from the receptionist, her knuckles white. Another delay. Another missed appointment. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. She just wanted the results; she just needed to know. The paper felt slick and cold in her trembling hands. This was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.

She fled the waiting room, shoving the file open against the harsh fluorescent lights of the corridor. Her own name was there, but the medical history… it wasn't hers. A wave of nausea rolled through her, the sudden need to sit down almost overwhelming. She blinked, the words blurring, the implications crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Her breath hitched. She had to fix this. Now. Her head throbbed, a dull, insistent ache mirroring the chaos inside.