"A job emptying bedpans. You think that matters more than your brother's life!"
Her expression went cold. She pulled out her phone and dialed.
"Fire Maxwell Swanson."
She hung up and looked at me, utterly detached.
"Now will you go donate blood? You have one minute. Get your things and come."
I stood there for a moment, then turned in silence and walked toward the exit.
Nurse Aide Dolores grabbed my arm. Her eyes were red.
"You can't leave. You need this paycheck for your medication. Without it, the pain alone will kill you!"
Dr. Barrett came running after me, eyes rimmed red.
He pulled a small blister pack of pills from his pocket and pressed it into my hand.
"Painkillers. Don't ration them. Just... make the last stretch comfortable."
"Thank you," I said quietly.
I went back to my run-down rental.
Closed the door. Leaned against the wall. Slid down to the floor.
My chest kept tightening in waves.
The taste of blood crept up the back of my throat.
I pulled out the pills and clenched them in my fist. I was about to swallow them dry when—
BANG.
The door flew open under a single kick, and someone seized a fistful of my hair.
My mother's hand came down. One slap after another, so hard my vision went black.
"You vile little bastard! How can you be this cruel?"
My father's boot drove into my stomach. I doubled over, unable to breathe.
"You'd go this far just to hurt your brother!"
"Are you even human?! To get back at Rex, you deliberately took blood from an HIV patient and tried to give it to him!"
"If someone hadn't tipped us off, you would've killed your own brother!"
They dragged me forward. My back scraped across the bare floor, burning.
I opened my mouth. The words came out broken.
"I didn't..."
Behind them, Rex watched me with a weak, sickly face and triumph in his eyes.
He let out a sudden gasp.
"Wait... maybe it wasn't him using someone else's blood to hurt me..."
He held up his phone, his hand shaking.
"I just saw the report. It's... it's Maxwell himself. He's the one infected with HIV."
The air froze solid.
My parents stopped moving.
Gretchen's gaze snapped to me.
"You... what did you just say?"
My mother's voice trembled, laced with bone-deep revulsion.
"Maxwell, what the hell have you been doing out there?!"
My father's face twisted with disgust.
"How could the Swanson family produce someone like you! You're already... like this, and you still had the nerve to try donating blood to Rex?! You did it on purpose!"
I lay on the floor, shaking all over.
My mouth was open, but no sound came out.
"No... I never gave him my blood..."
Rex let out another cry.
"Look at this!"
He held out his phone, his voice cracking into a sob.
"All these years out there, Maxwell... the photos of you messing around with those lowlifes, they've been posted online..."
On the screen were photos, blurry and garish.
Photos taken the night those thugs dragged me into an alley.
Gretchen snatched the phone away.
"Maxwell. How did you become this?"
I couldn't speak anymore.
Rex walked over, face full of concern, reaching down as if to help me up. His voice dropped to a whisper only I could hear.
"You will never compete with me again, Maxwell. Not in this lifetime."
"How does it feel being an HIV patient? You should thank me for going out of my way to buy infected blood and swap out your transfusion bag."
I forced my eyes open and stared at him through the pain.
"Why? Why would you do something like this?"
He let out a quiet laugh.
"No reason. I just hated having a little brother who'd take a share of what should've been mine."
Then he let out a piercing scream, clutching his face and staggering backward.
"Max! How could you spit blood on my face?"
Rex sobbed, his voice cracking with every word.
"It's my fault... Even if you infected me, even if I die, I deserve it! But I have two children! If I'm infected, Gretchen and the kids will catch it too! What happens to them?!"
"Mom, Dad, he's this vindictive now. If we bring him back home, what if he..."
Dad pulled out his phone. His voice was final.
"We'll send him to Greenfield Treatment Center. He won't be coming out. Not in this lifetime."
Gretchen watched me in silence, something unreadable in her eyes, but she said nothing.
Several people walked in from the hallway and hauled me to my feet.
Neighbors poked their heads out along the corridor, whispering and pointing.
Gretchen stood in the doorway. She spoke quietly.
"Go get treated. I'll come visit you... When you're better, I'll bring you home."
I looked at her and laughed, tears pooling at the corners of my eyes.
But I didn't have a "when."
A metallic sweetness rose in my throat.
Blood surged out of my mouth.
My whole body hit the ground hard.
