What had been a stressful day turned out be an emotional one too.

I had saved three people's lives.

I had also lost 3 people's lives.

But, that's my job.

Saving people

even if it means putting your own life at risk.

It comes with the job description,

well, not really.

But, in my case it does.

I feel the stress of the past few days finally catching up on me.

The loss of Matilda,

Finding out about the adoption

and now me or Ethan may have inherited an incurable disease.

The weight of my brother's words,

"If anything had happened to you...you are not on your own."

Brings tears to my eyes

I can't look at him

It only brings home

the feeling of guilt

the feeling I'm betraying him

by not telling him.

Then I feel his arms wrap around my neck

The intimacy knocks me back

It is a strange feeling

One that I am not accustomed to.

It takes awhile for me to relax

in my brother's arms.

The strangeness doesn't last long/

I soon find myself wrapping my arms

around my brother.

Hugging him back

and feeling a comfort.

It's the closest we've ever been.

Brotherly love.