My Loyalty Test Killed Me

The harsh overhead glare of the surgical lights flickered off, and once again, the doctor stepped out to hand down another critical condition notice for my younger brother.

"His heart went into sudden arrest," the surgeon said, his voice flat with routine gravity. "We need to secure a donor immediately."

A single sheet of paper was passed across the corridor. My entire family turned their heads in unison, their eyes heavy with expectant silence, locking onto me.

I nodded. Without a word, I turned and followed the nurse down the tiled hallway to begin the tissue matching process.