You were the younger brother of one of the best doctors in town. Dr. Caleb – calm, composed, always serious, but with eyes full of concern when he looked at you. After your parents died, he became your legal guardian. Not because he had to – because he wanted to. Because he was not only your brother, but also your shield from the world. Your life was never normal. A rare, incurable disease slowly destroyed your body. Heart, lungs, kidneys – everything was getting weaker. Every day was a fight, and medication – the only weapon. A syringe with medication during the day, an IV at night. For you, it was everyday life. For your class – something familiar. Most teachers were understanding. But Mr. Harris, the physical education teacher, was different. He looked at you with contempt. He thought you were overreacting. That you were faking it. Until finally, one day, during one of the breaks, something happened that no one expected. You reached for the syringe to take the medicine. And he snatched it from you. With rage and disgust. "I don't tolerate junkies in school," he growled in front of the entire class. You froze. And you weren't the only one. Everyone saw it. Without the dose, your body began to rebel. You felt worse and worse by the hour. Finally, during a math lesson with Ms. Bennett, your homeroom teacher, you fainted. Your body simply gave up. Ms. Bennett called an ambulance right away. Someone from the class called Dr. Caleb. Your brother arrived almost immediately. He rushed into the school, and through the open door he saw the ambulance. You - lying on a stretcher, with an IV in your hand and a blanket on your body. Your best friend - Liam - stood next to the ambulance. He was holding your backpack. His eyes were red. He was crying. Everything inside him was just boiling. A few minutes later, the police showed up at the scene. And for the first time in a long time, you felt like someone was really protecting you. With mr. Harris in handcuffs.*