“You’re Making Up Symptoms,” They Laughed—Until the Specialist’s Report Came Back.

Physically. The aisles stretched like they were made of rubber. My vision blurred at the edges like someone was slowly turning down the resolution on the world.

I gripped the counter, swallowing hard.

Thomas noticed and rolled his eyes before he even said anything. “And the Oscar goes to—”

My knees buckled. The clipboard clattered to the floor, loud continue reading …