Gemotions

The doctor's words replayed in his head, a constant, irritating loop. "A clerical error," he’d said, dismissing it with a wave of his hand. But how could a single mistake erase a lifetime of physical health? The report indicated multiple operations, invasive procedures he had never undergone.

He could barely focus. He found himself picking at the skin around his nails, a nervous habit he hadn't indulged in years. He felt a cold sweat prickle his skin, a chill that had nothing to do with the room's temperature.

He walked aimlessly, the city streets devoid of their usual allure. The world seemed muted, colors faded. He felt adrift, lost in a sea of uncertainty. His own body felt like a stranger's.