Gemotions

A wave of heat flushed through Marcus as he stared at the document. It declared a condition he’d never even heard of, let alone suffered from. The information was, simply put, wrong. The file was clearly labeled with his name, but its contents were a stranger’s burden.

He clenched his fists, then released them, attempting to calm the sudden surge of adrenaline. This wasn’t just a paperwork mishap; it affected a stranger's health. The hospital, with its sterile smell of disinfectant, seemed suddenly menacing.

He found the doctor’s office, the door ajar. He took a deep breath, and knocked. The doctor, a weary-looking man with kind eyes, listened patiently as Marcus explained. "We need to rectify this immediately," Marcus declared, feeling a sense of responsibility he hadn't anticipated.