I Had to Fight My Disease Alone

My patient looked anxiously at me, worried not so much for himself but for me. I wore my protective gear as I drew blood from this man suffering from AIDS, trying to put his apprehension to rest. But that was when the needle slipped while leaving his frail, loose skin, piercing my double layer of gloves. 

I tore off my gloves and saw the re...

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