Roya blinked. The world around was spinning, twisting and turning into an unrecognizable blur of colors. He winced as pain shot through his left leg. He bit his lip, and tried to regain focus. As the spinning began to ease, he noticed someone standing over him. It was the school nurse, a elderly woman with a raspy voice and a kind heart.

"Ms. Fara?" Roya croaked, his voice wavering.

"Yes, dear?"
The nurse responded, pouring water into a glass and handing it to Roya.

"Why am I here? Last I remember I fell out of a tree."

Ms. Fara laughed.
"Yes, well. The boy who called you out saw you fall, and helped you back here, where you blacked out. He was a nice boy, that one."

Roya looked around.
"Is he here?"

Ms. Fara sighed.
"He left. Said he had somewhere to be. Seemed nervous."
She nodded towards the water, and Roya drank. He eased off back into a slumber, tired as he was.

•••

Roya spent the next two days in bed, being cared for by Ms. Fara. By that weekend, he was allowed to walk freely about the campus, and even went on his afternoon walk around the neighborhood.

On one particular day, he was walking through the upper class street when someone called out to him.

"Hey! You!"

Roya looked over his shoulder. Someone across the street was waving at him. Roya glances around. There was nobody else on the street. Shrugging, he walked toward the person who had flagged him down.

It was a boy, his age-16. He wore the clothes of the upper class, dark pants, a dress shirt, and an embroidered vest. He had dark, wavy hair that fell to just past his shoulders.

"You're the boy who fell out of tree a few day ago. Like an acorn."
He boy said, laughing at his own joke.

Roya rolled his eyes.
"And you must be the boy who saved me."

The boy blushed.
"I didn't save you. Just...helped you out."
He smiled awkwardly at Roya.

Roya have a small smile in return.
"Thanks" He said, "I'm Roya."

"Damien." The boy said, holding out his hand. Roya shook it."Oh! I've got something for you!"
He turned around and pushed open the gate to his backyard. He beckoned for Roya to follow. Frowning, Roya walked into the yard. Damien held out an apple, freshly picked.

"I know you wanted one. Why else would you be in a tree?" He pressed the apple into Roya's palm.

Roya turned red.
"I'm sorry.. I wasn't... stealing... or anything."

Damien laughed.
"Of course not! Apples are delicious. Anyone would want one if they saw one. Anyways, you looked hungry."

Damien smiled. Roya looked at him. He was the first person his age to go out of his way and be nice to him. A boy from a wealthy family was the last person he expected to show him kindness.

"I gotta be going..." Roya muttered, and he turned towards the gate. As he was about to leave Damien caught up with him.

"Enjoy your apple."

•••
A/N

Oof

I feel like this chapter is kinda slacking. I tried to make their interaction as natural as possible, but dang, writing dialogue is hard.

Enjoy your apples!