Gemotions

"There's been a mix-up," the specialist had said, her voice softer than usual. "Your results… they belong to another patient." The news struck John with the force of a physical blow. The procedures, the risks, the potential consequences – all based on incorrect information. A cold fear had enveloped him.

He abruptly left the doctor's office. He walked for hours, aimlessly, the sun beating down on his face. He felt like an imposter, like a fraud. He tried to identify some sense of stability, but it was gone.

He sat on a park bench, watching the children play. Their laughter grated on his nerves. He felt a growing sense of detachment from everything he once knew. He felt like he was falling.