He sighed, getting serious "Look, granted I know you're a freakin genius, but don't you think becoming a doctor has rules for a reason? You go through each and every step to achieve such a goal in order to learn patients and discipline. If you rush now, who's to say you wont rush through the real thing, while you have someones life in the palm of your hands? I know you want it now, but frankly I don't think you're emotionally ready to handle it. You think being a doctor is all about saving lives. Did you ever stop to think of the lives you may not be able to save? The lives you may even be forced to put down? The grief of the families who's loved one you failed to save?".

I couldn't answer. Of course I had considered the loss of life, that's why my goal was to be the very best. If I was the best, I needn't worry about the losing a human life. I would be known around the world for my medical process, I'd be known as the curer of death. The key was to strengthen the human body beyond its normal capacity. The organ system, bones, muscles, tissue, everything, if I could find a safe way to enhance a human being to the point they had super human strength that would decrease the chances of disease and injuries world wide. If only the human body were stronger, we as a species we would be capable of so much more.

Thinking he'd won the argument, he smirked smugly. Little did he know I was silently preforming a mental surgery on how you would strengthen a person to such an extreme without killing them. I had gone over this theory thousands of times, I even tried it on a lab rat when my tutor Professor Sharon was not around to catch me doing it. I always ran into the same problem, one of the major organs couldn't handle the newfound stress level and would give out. I had only had the opportunity to try this out twice. The first test subjects brain fried up, literally, the second, its heart burst apart. Enhancing the organs to the same level as the bones and muscles was the part I was struggling with most, something was always out of balance. I have the theory on paper, in at least a hundred different patterns on how it should be done, but I needed to test it out on a living subject to see how it played out in reality.

"Heads up, the bus is hear mad genius" Rayul said, grasping the top of my head and swiveling it toward the direction the bus was coming in. So absorbed in my thoughts I hadn't noticed when we stepped out side. I shuddered at the cold, secretly glad he was being such a pest this morning about making sure I was dressed warmly. He chuckled knowingly.

The school bus drove right up to us, he tugged on my backpack as I was about to get on.

"Hey. Please try to make some friends? This is your third year in high school and I hate to think you're spending every day alone".

"It's not my fault the neanderthals there are intimidated by the sheer magnitude of information my brain can process and translate".

"No, I think it's that snot nosed attitude that's scaring everyone away".

"Not everyone, I have you".

He snorted "Big whoop that is. I'm impressed you hardly get bullied with all the medical crap you're constantly spouting".

"Must be my exquisite charm" I chuckled. In reality, I was never bullied because of my brothers bloody reputation as a leading member of the Bitter Edge gang. Though I rarely saw his blood thirsty side, the rumors of him during his high school days were enough to know, he could get his hands very dirty if you messed with his gang, friends, or family. Come to think of it, he might be the reason people avoided me. One word from me to him and he would have the entirety of the gang out for blood. Though I would never say such a thing to his face. It was better that I was isolated in school to begin with, I had no use for artificial friends who only wished to be in my company to bank on my future fame. I didn't need anyone else. Rayul was more then enough.

He kissed me on the forehead.

"Ack!".

"Have a good day bro, I'll see you when you get home".