Gemotions

“Mr. Davis, you are not HIV positive.” The doctor's words were a lifeline. He'd been terrified, consumed by fear. Yet, his relief was short-lived. A man in the next room was.

He had told his wife, Alice. He had clung to her. He had leaned on her. Now, he felt… tainted.

He drove home in silence, the radio a meaningless drone. He saw Alice in the kitchen, making dinner. Her smile felt like a condemnation. He couldn't eat. His stomach churned. He felt as if he had stolen her worry, his.

He slept on the couch that night, alone and ashamed.