Gemotions

He’d asked for a copy of his records, simple enough. Now, staring at the pages, he felt a wave of nausea wash over him. The history of debilitating migraines, the prescription for strong painkillers… none of it was his. The name at the top was his, but the story was not.

He felt a sudden, urgent need to be alone, to process this bewildering truth. He stumbled out of the clinic, the bright sunshine suddenly blinding. The world seemed to wobble beneath his feet.

He leaned against a nearby wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Every muscle in his body felt tense, poised for flight. He felt a profound sense of wrongness, as though something vital had been stolen from him.