Gemotions

He’d always considered himself a rather ordinary man, until now. The medical records, clearly not his, sat on the kitchen table like a ticking time bomb. The information could lead to misdiagnosis and inadequate care. The weight of potential consequences settled on his shoulders.

He knew he had to do something.

He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the phone and dialed the hospital’s main line. He wouldn’t let this be another instance of paperwork failing. He was prepared to push, to advocate, to navigate the bureaucracy. He intended to see this through to the end.