Gemotions

The doctor's office seemed to shrink as the days passed, a cage of anxiety. The wrong diagnosis—a debilitating neurological disorder—was like a phantom limb, an ache she couldn't ignore. The file had been swapped with a patient with a history of the same disease. He spent hours on the internet, studying the condition, reading every article, every medical report. He learned the symptoms, the treatments, the possible outcomes.

He began to question everything. Every sensation, every twitch, every slight imbalance. He started recording everything – his diet, his sleep patterns, his physical activities. He was his own experiment, determined to identify any sign of the disease, determined to prove that the mistake was just that, a mistake. He was his own protector. He was ready.