Life never promised that it would be fair.  If it was fair, the weak wouldn't die and the strong wouldn't thrive as well as they did.  Everyone would be perfectly equal, and we'd all live in harmony together forever.  All man kind would work in unison, helping everyone achieve the most they could ever achieve.<br/><br/>But life wasn't fair.  You have high paid execs and CEOs gambling with the savings of thousands so that they themselves could earn a few more millions.  Greed never went out of style, and personal greed was put before that of the collective greed.  Entire countries were pulled into civil war over such stupid things as ethnic background, or who had access to what God given natural resources.<br/><br/>And then there were some who were just laying around in a hospital bed.. waiting to die..<br/><br/>Russel Peters turned over in his sleep, muttering to himself a little bit.  His body looked a little small in the hospital bed, the thin sheets outlining his entire frame.  As he turned, a travel magazine which had been laying across his lap slid off the bed, and fell to the floor.  The cover showed a happy couple, sitting in a gondola as they explore the waterways of Venis.<br/><br/><br/>Rusty had been in and out of hospitals from the moment he was old enough to walk.  In older times they would have said the boy was possessed, taken with the devil, corrupted by evil.  Today they knew better.  Today they knew that he was built wrong..  He had seizures.  They came and went as they wanted.  He'd been in this perticular hospital now for 3 years.. and would remain until they found some way to stop them.  The doctors were always warning of "the big one", the final grand seizure of them all that these smaller ones were all building towards.  The last card that would bring the whole house tumbling down to the ground in a shattered heap.<br/><br/>Until that time though, this was going to be Rusty's home.  All around the walls, pictures and postcards to places he'd never been to were displayed.  All corners of the world were represented in this room.  He had a small book shelf backed so tightly with travel books and magazines that to pull one out, several others came pouring out with it.<br/><br/>Even his bedside lamp had been replaced to a tropical looking lamp, complete with hoola-girl.<br/><br/>Still, despite the constant looming threat of death, Rusty wasn't all that frightened.  He knew he would get better, and that he'd be able to leave this place behind.  Not everyone had a guardian angel walking the hallways.<br/><br/>Rusty muttered a little bit in his sleep, body stretching as he was slowly coming back into the world of the waking.  His body was slowly waking up, coming back into this room and leaving behind any adventure he'd been having in his mind.  He rolled over on his side again, facing the door.  His eyes remained closed, but a small, content, and completely trouble-less smile was glowing on his face.<br/><br/>