A 17-year-old boy sat in a hospital, staring at the clean, white walls, the floor and the ceiling. His parents were in the doctor's office. Nurses passed him, worried parents went by, little kids laughed, teenagers as old as he passed him whispering. Some glanced at him strangely, others didn't even seem to notice him. He ignored every single one of them.

Instead he wondered about what could be so bad about him or the "state he was in" as the doctor had expressed it, that he shouldn't go into the office.

More than half an hour of waiting later the doctor called him in. He mentioned for him to sit down. The boy looked at his unmarried parents. they had never wanted to marry even though they loved each other. They said they didn't want to be forced to live together. He didn't really understand them.

The teenager sat down and looked at the doctor after seeing the tears on his parents' faces.

"Henry. I will tell you something now that will most likely shock you."

The boy shrugged. "I won't be less shocked if you talk for an hour about that warning stuff so just tell me, what is wrong with me?" he said. Usually he was a cheerful boy but right then after what had felt like thousands of tests, questions and an eternity of waiting, he was annoyed.

The doctor looked from him to his parents and back. "Henry-ah. I'm allowed to say that, ain't I?" The boy rolled his eyes. "You know, we've been testing you on different things un