What a pick

It's around two o'clock , like ever I'm on top of a bunk bed in my dormitory with the curtains drawn , I have just allowed myself an inch to still have a view of the opposit bed on which lies a treasure . I gently wipe the adventurous teardrop which has started its slide from the corner of my left eye . It's dark , I provide myself with enough light by my mobile phone which is my sole companion in times of sleep . Tonight was a particularly hard one , my dear Masoud , the treasure , was unwell . in fact I might still have to take him to hospital if his conditions worsen , and that's mainly why I have stayed awake . I am teribbly worried , so much that I can't bring myself to sleep inspite of all the tiredness my body has gathered throughout the day, His burning fever had blushed his face and his eyes were popping out of his face on which sweatdrops glistened before a friend brought some pills which could successfully , may be momentarily , ease his spain . He is ill with an odd desease whose origines are probably not even fully known by doctors , so he takes loads of medication which has considerably affected his movements . He had run out of medicine and consequently had an attack the day before yesterday and I had not been here , it broke my heart to hear it from friends. I am sometimes left to a very absurd sense of despair when I see how unfair life has been to such a person , some one who has a lot to teach me when it comes to selflessness and generosity . He has actually taken generosity to a whole new level as he gives a way despite having nothing. It's sad to see a person like him suffering hunger for days on end , it was annoyingly bitter to find out he had had to sleep rough on the university campus those cold days of winter before beeing settled in the dorm. And all these things happen to HIM.
WHAT A PICK ? SOME ONE SHOULD SAY TO GOD