After stepping out to get some water that night, I returned to my brother’s hospital room. I was surprised, knowing Seth was standing inside.
It was the only place I had left for a bit of peace.
“So this is where you disappear to at night?” Seth sneered. “Didn’t realize you had a helpless wreck waiting for you here.” He scrunched his face in disgust, pointing at the bed. “Ugh, gross. He pissed himself.”
“If I were him, I’d rather be dead.”
My brother’s eyes were wide open, face flushed red with shame as he let out muffled, broken sobs.
I dropped the basin of water and shoved Seth hard, trying to force him out. He managed to break free and leaned down toward my brother with that mocking smile still plastered on his face.
“You know why your brother won’t divorce his wife?” he said, laughing. “Because of you. Meanwhile, she’s out every night screwing around with whoever she pleases.”
“You’re just dead weight, you know that?”
I snapped. I stormed forward and smacked his face, hard. Seth lost his balance and fell straight onto the soaked bedsheets my brother had just soiled.