"I don't have a mom," Karena mutters under her breath, her face completely blanking. She gets up and gathers the spare material. "Why do you care so much about what he thinks of you? He's just like every other rat, thinking you have to live on the streets to have gone through life. As long as you know the truth about yourself, to hell with him. You know what, to hell with everyone. They tell they understand but no one does. No one can understand like you do. The moment you realize that is the moment you spare yourself from heartache." Karena puts away the sterile and unused bandages, then goes to class.