Name : Henry Yates

He : Is Arrogant, Has Lowest Grades, Trouble Maker, Holds Plenty of Criminal Records.

Name : Clark Davis

He : Is Kind, Topper (A physics lover), Avoids Commotion, Clean and Clear Records.

Rest are some of their friends, their family. They are here in the prestigious university of White Swan. That's very difficult to enter but with money and other various bribery means, admission becomes easier. Clark got in with his top scores but, Henry...

"Another one,"

"Again-"

"I am worried about that boy."

"Yes, he has visited this place like a park since childhood."

"I doubt he has had any proper schooling."

"No, I saw his school pass out certificates. Though lowest of the lowest marks were there, he passed, atleast."

"I really feel pity for him. His mother died when he was five and witnessed father holding criminal records since he had the ability to understand things. I bet if I were him, I couldn't have passed even."

"His life had been really struggling."

"I don't think, he'll get to study any more."

"Even I don't."

"He will."

The chief director of the Police Station entered with a big file with printed pages in it. "Fill it for him and take his sign." He had connections with the director of the school for which he asked for a favour of entering without entrance examination, and they allowed.

"Ok sir."

Henry was sitting on one of the chairs at the corridor of the police station. His father was caught again, for damaging public property. He was waiting for him to get out, otherwise the church donations would not give food, as his father was a catholic member and he wasn't.

"Your sign."

"For?"

He took in the file and signed it before the answer.

"You'll get admitted into White Swan University."

"What?!"

He stood up in amaze. And a crooked sound of bubbles came out from his stomach. He crouched down. "Hey! What happened?"

As Henry fell on the floor while squeezing his stomach with his hands, the police officers held him upon their shoulders.

"Wait, we'll take you to the hospital."

"I-I-don't have money..."

He was taken to the hospital. The general ward had many patients, so he was kept in private ward. The nurses fed him first and then he was in saline. As soon as he finished his sandwich, he drank almost the whole bottle of water and sat there upright, still. Father hadn't eaten, so he could never sleep without thinking about him after all he is the only one he has.

He was about to ring the buzzer to call the nurse to request her to deliver a note and his other sandwich to one of the police officers who brought him. The note: Deliver this to my father before he gets admitted here. In a scrappy handwriting, a vomit on that napkin would look better than his writing.

He had almost raised his arm to ring, when he heard some whispers. The door was ajar, he could hear them well.

"That is that Mother Fucker, right?"

"Father Fucker."

They giggled.

"What is he doing here?"

"HIV Positive, maybe."

He heard them to chuckle again.

"Doesn't he have any shame? Why is he still living?"

"Don't know? After getting horribly rejected by my senior, that too a boy, I would have poisoned myself."

"Atleast jump from the building top- he lives with no shame..."

"One day, we'll see him roaming *****, with words on his ***, '**** Me!' hahaha."

They laughed out loud!

"Guys, comeback we are done."

Some other voice spoke. They went back in a second. They were Henry's classmates. One among those hating duos of Henry's previous school. Well, all hated him.

Henry was staring at the table of instruments, since they spat on his soul's dignity. No wonder, his mind of an unwanted one in the society had awoken. The stressful eyes were glaring at the empty syringe, it would be severe than a normal heart attack, if it's pushed in empty. And, he KNEW it!

He grabbed it at once. It was few inches away from his skin, when- "No!" Someone yelled at him.

"Man, you are still a baby or what?"

Jude, Clark's buddy, got a severe injury while pumping his bike. He could never be a less careless one. More of it was, he didnot treat it for three days. "Are you happy to feel this sick now?" Well, Clark was his only buddy, for no one liked him for his Vitiligo.

"When will you stop scolding me?"

"Until you rectify your error percentage."

"Hmm, I will."

Clark had brought him to the hospital, Jude's body was burning out of fever. His was almost shivering like a damaged generator. And, he had to come with a companion.

"Sit here. I'm looking for the doctor."

"Yea."

A lady was sitting by him, she disgraced her look on her face while staring at him. He was clattering his teeth, yet he chose to stand instead of sitting beside her. Resting his back on the hospital wall, ofcourse.

"Hey, why are you standing?" Jude opened his eyes and pointed at the disgusted lady. That lady just shook her head to the other side.

"Anyways, come. The doctor is ready."

Clark helped him to go to the doctor's cabin. The doctor was a family friend of Clark thus leaving all his patients he attended Jude. The doctor looked at Jude with an intense gaze, his injury was on his elbow, that had white out growth in between the bloody cut.  He pulled out the chair, getting up from his place.

"Sit."

He checked the pulses. The heartbeat. Then the pressure and the wound. Jude was truly shivering like hell. For the fact that he is too skinny, his raised parts were easily noticed. To the doctor too.

He went back to his place, while bring up the writting pad he said, "His condition doesn't seems good. I think he needs to be hospitalized. Clark, go and check, if ward number 18 is free."

"Yea."

He walked upstairs where the ward was. He knew the hospital more than anyone could, as he is the only one to bring his grandpa for dialysis every week. Because his grandpa only listens to him, after his mother's demise.

"No! Hey! Wait."

He ran into the ward number 18. Where Henry made his plans to quit everything and leave. And, Clark just couldn't stand it.

Clark ran into him and grabbed his wrist, firmly. Henry snatched his arm but Clark held it again. Henry was moving in haste. Clark couldn't hold his arm straight. He pressed the nurse bell with his left hand.

"Nurse! Sister Baron! Sister! Come fast!"

The nurse came in while Henry struggled to let go his hand from Clark's grip. The nurse took the syringe from his hand. He was a bit calmer, then.

"Hey, kiddo! Do you have any Idea, how dangerous this empty syringe is?"

Henry didnot speak. He was staring at his hands, that were holding each other. The white bed sheet over him, turned crippled. Seconds later, he realised someone was staring at him. Clark was.

"What?"

"Nothing." Clark turned to the nurse, "Please stay here for ten minutes."

"Sure."

While leaving he said, "I'll be back, wait for me." His hand crossed the door end, and he was off. Henry looked back down, at his covered feet.

"Will you leave or not?"

The nurse nodded. *No*

Going downstairs, Clark said, "It isn't free, doctor. What should I?"

"You don't need to worry. His fever has gone down. He's fine now. I am prescribing some medicines, take them regularly." The doctor said.

Jude seemed constricted. His mind wasn't working or what? He was staring empty at the doctor. As soon as the doctor gave him the prescription, he almost snatched it and got off his chair.

"Thank you."

He left at once. He looked upon the prescription, it stated the doctor's name was, Gorge Williams. He moved the prescription aside and looked his pants, the wetness wasn't visible. The door of his cabin opened again. Clark came out. When the door was closing, Gorge smirked at him. Jude looked away.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Let's head back."

"Yeah, you sit there for a moment, I'll be back in a minute."

"Okay. Where are you going?"

"To say something to someone."

"Fine."

Clark rushed back.