Jeffery had endured more than his fair share of hardships—bullying, relentless teasing, ridicule, and the feeling of being invisible to those around him. But nothing compared to what had just happened. Nicole, who everyone knew was a total bitch, had proven just how far she'd go. She gave him alcohol, pills, Xanax, and more. The outcome was inevitable. It was only by sheer luck, or maybe fate, that the ambulance had arrived just in time to save his life.

Now, Jeffery lay in the hospital, tethered to IVs, his body still recovering while his mind lingered somewhere between consciousness and the unknown. He had only woken up a few hours ago, and the world still felt blurry. But one thing was painfully clear: no one had come to visit him, except his mother. And even her presence seemed less about relief and more about disappointment, as though his survival wasn’t what she had hoped for.

There was, however, one exception. A classmate. Someone who, against all odds, still seemed to care.