isurvived3-11andimproud asked: I don't know if your willing to write about my heart condition Brugada Syndrome. I made it my mission to bring awareness to it.

The idea is Scott × Reader and the idea is that the boys help her with her insecurities due to being bullied in school(I was bullied for my heart condition in school.) I would love to see some revenge

It was always the same thing.

Start a new school, get wary looks from everyone until they decide I'm no threat to them. Then they either leave me alone or they pick on me.

There's never any middle ground.

There's never anyone who likes me.

I'm tired today. Didn't get much sleep, not that that's unusual, but with fall approaching and a new chill in the air I seem to be feeling it more than usual.

School sucks, by the way, just in case you're wondering. Everything about it sucks except for two lessons. Math and English. I love these lessons and because they are spaced nicely throughout the week it makes the rest a little bit more bearable.

If only Sasha Evangeline Hillier and her boyfriend Wade Johnson would leave me alone…

'Uri! Hey Uri!'

Speak of the devil…

I sigh. I've given up correcting how to pronounce my name correctly as I know she's doing it on purpose. My name may be Japanese but it's an easy one to pronounce.

'Uri! Don't ignore me!'

Her sing-song voice pursues me down the corridor as I seek refuge in the one place I could – thank goodness Math class was next and Ms Avante doesn't mind me coming in early. The door closed on their mocking laughter and I sink into my seat.

My hands are shaking and a wave of dizziness sweeps over me. I must have lost some time as there is a hand on my arm and a boy in my class is kneeling before me. His blue eyes are clouded with concern.

'Are you ok?'

'I'm fine, thanks.'

He doesn't look convinced but gets up and joins a blond boy who looks too young to be in this class. They sit together and I turn in my seat and pay attention.

Over the next few weeks I notice the two boys and they seem to be taking an interest in me. Most lunchtimes I sit alone, and since that day they always sit close enough to watch me. On the odd occasions they are present after one of Sasha's…attempts to get me to react the brunet is always frowning.

I study him sometimes when he's not looking. We share several classes and I keep his name to myself.

Tracy.

When I have to miss class to attend one of my frequent hospital appointments he's always looking for me the next day, and I feel warm. We may not actually be on talking terms but it feels nice that there is someone – two someone's – at the school who actually care for me even only a little.

I'm feeling pretty good today.

Math first class was great. Sports I get a free pass to anyway and I used it to catch up on some work I missed previously. Last week I spent two days in the hospital after an episode overnight and I have plenty catch up to do. Now, it's breaktime and I'm looking forward to…

But before I can think any more about the soda in my bag I'm physically shoulder-barged to the ground. My bag falls as I do and skids away, opening at the same time so my books are scattered. There is the tell-tale sound of the soda spraying the remains of my bag.

I look up as a titter runs around the hallway.

'Oops. Sorry. Didn't see you there, Uri.'

Bloody Sasha.

I'm too stunned to move. My nice day is ruined much like my schoolwork and books and there is a tightness I recognise in my chest. Oh god, not now, not in front of everybody. I need to move, get to the nurse's office, but I am stuck.

And then two hands appear in front of me.

Tracy and his brother are there offering to help me up. They are smiling at me and I grasp the offer of help.

They soon have me up, and while blue eyes look me over the green ones have gone and fetched my books and bag.

'Are you hurt?'

'I'm fine.'

'You're not. Please, let me help you.'

I stare at him while Ginger joins us with my stuff before sighing.

'I'm not fine. I need the nurse, please.'

Without another word the two help me to the nurse's office and ignore the catcalls of Sasha and her minions.

Nurse Silas took one look at our little group and helped me onto one of the beds. He sent the boys off back to class with a thank-you nod and gave me the medication I needed. I lay back and close my eyes and let the meds take effect. That's me for the next lesson. I may make it to lunch today, I may not.

I make it to lunch.

For the first time since my family had moved to Kansas I had company for lunch. Two trays clatter down beside mine. Ginger is already talking excitedly about the meteor shower due in two days. From the sounds of it the conversation had been going for some time.

We eat and I listen. Ginger is enthusiastic about space. Really, really enthusiastic. I catch blue eyes rolling fondly and I supress a snigger. Suddenly he cocks an eyebrow and I can clearly see his mind is working. He wipes his mouth and hands and reaches across to me, hand held out. I take it and we shake.

'Scott Tracy'

'Yui Anna Whitlock.'

'And this space-case is my brother, John.'

John flashes me a grin and carries on talking around mouthfuls of sandwich.

And just like that I have friends.

We sit together every lunchtime. We sit and do homework together in the library. A few weeks later, after I've missed almost a week of school Scott and John appear at my home, a bunch of flowers and a balloon in tow. Mom lets them in and brings soda while I try and not be embarrassed by my Hello Kitty pyjamas.

They have another brother with them, a black-haired boy with honey-brown eyes who introduced as Virgil. He's going to be joining the school next term. He smiles shyly at me. They ask me how I'm doing and for once I don't feel a sense of dread when someone asks me what my problem is.

'I have a heart condition called Brugada Syndrome. It's very rare. Sometimes my heartbeat becomes irregular. When it does my blood doesn't circulate properly. Sometimes I faint. Sometimes it's just palpitations. Sometimes I end up in the hospital.'

Virgil is all eyes, listening in closely. Both Scott and John were frowning and I know that they are smart enough to hear what I haven't said.

If you look up my syndrome on the net you get this one sentence that tends to stand out above all others:

*The most serious complication of Brugada syndrome is sudden death. This often occurs while the person is sleeping.*

Scott takes my hand and we walk around the back, through a small wood to a gorgeous meadow. His brothers bring up the rear, carrying various bits and pieces for a picnic. He picks a place not too far from the lake.

Little Gordon and Alan are adorable. Alan toddles around from brother to brother but he mostly has eyes for Scott. Gordon loves to show off, clowning around. Even Mr Tracy, who joins us just before midday, is nice and kind to me. There's a great sadness in his eyes, though, and I guess it's the loss of his wife. The boys don't talk about their Mom at all, and I can see why, can feel the ever-present loss. It's still fresh for them.

I'm lucky. I may not have my health but I still have both my parents. Dad's coming to pick me up, and when he arrives he extends the invite to all five of them to come to our house next Saturday for lunch. He disappears into the house with Scott's Dad for a short while.

Scott rolls his eyes but he soon forgets them as Alan darts out from John's side and promptly falls onto his hands and knees. He bursts into tears and Scott's there, picking Alan up and wiping his eyes, bouncing him up and down on his hip. Virgil and Gordon go 'Eww' in concert as the youngest wipes his snotty nose down Scott's top, leaving a glistening trail…

I giggle. And then I'm laughing. Pretty soon we're all laughing, even Alan. Our Dads come out to see what all the noise is and they're grinning.

And life falls into this pattern.

Schooldays we spend every spare moment together. Sasha doesn't bother me anymore. Sure, there are snide comments, but with Scott holding my hand I feel invincible. As Captain of the school baseball team Scott commands a certain amount of respect. The bullies are still there, but I can cope with them. Scott stands up for me when it goes too far, and even his team players have begun to tell Sasha and her minions off. Her boyfriend isn't too happy about that, I bet.

Saturdays we go to town and shop around, or we're at one of our houses. As summer break approaches discussions turn to Virgil joining our school. We'll have a year all together before Scott and I move on. John may move on too or he might stay another year. The kid is surprisingly smart. I say surprising because John's so quiet he easily slips under the radar of most people.

There's a party coming up for the end of the year. Most of the class are going to be attending it. It will be on the Fields and our families are all invited. There's going to be a funfair and everything.

I'm excited to be going, although a little apprehensive. I'm just like any other kid of my age, but not every kid could drop dead from an arrhythmia at any point. My care team are talking about me getting a pacemaker fitted to help regulate my heartbeat and even restart it if it needs it. I'm not too sure what I think of that, but my parents are hopeful. It isn't a cure – Brugada can't be cured – but it could give me some years of life. I want to talk it over with Scott and his Grandma before I even attempt to make a decision. They can give me an outsider's perspective.

Dad has to work but Mom's free, and the two of us head to the Fields. We can hear the screams of joy before the Fields comes into sight. The Fields is packed! Mom grips my hand tightly as we look at the milling people. I can't see the boys anywhere.

And then a warm hand slips into mine and I break out into a grin, loosening my grip on Mom's hand and turning to face Scott. His eyes are shining and he's grinning too. He spins me around and pulls me in for a quick hug before once again taking my hand and leading me into the fray. I look over my shoulder and Mom is waving me off.

Grandma and Mr Tracy are looking after the tinies and Virgil is with John, leaving Scott some free time with me. I know how much he loves his brothers but this means that we can go on some rides together without any worry, and I say a silent prayer to Scott's Dad and Grandma for the opportunity.

I've never been on some of these, I've always been too frightened, but Scott grasps my hand firmly and gives me strength. He doesn't tell me what to go on but waits for me to make up my mind. I think that I shall start with something gentle.

The Tilt-A-Whirl looks like a good place to start. Spinning cups on a spinning table. I watch a couple of younger ones giggling as they get off. It doesn't look too bad and I move forward, pulling Scott with me. He's chuckling as we are seated. Then I look over to the girls and realise one of them is throwing up in the grass.

This is a mistake.

But I realise this too late and we are off. At first the ride messes with my inner ear. The cup is spinning one way and the moving walkway is moving the other way. I feel green and clutch onto Scott's arm. He places his arm over my shoulder and pulls me in close and I bury my face in his shoulder.

I have no idea how I survive. I don't know how long it's been. It feels like hours, but Scott kisses my forehead and nudges me with his nose and I look up. We are still spinning. But somehow I do not feel queasy anymore. By the time the ride is slowing down my face is numb from screaming and I don't think that I've ever felt so exhilarated!

Scott laughs and chooses what we go on next. This one is a ship that swings back and forth. It's another ride that is deceptive, looking gentle when it is anything but when it gets going. I'm not as keen at first but Scott's grip on my hand is tight. Once I can cope with the motion Scott raises our hands and oh my goodness does that give a whole different rush.

We take a time out. I want to enjoy the day and hopefully not end up with an episode so we agree to pace ourselves. A couple of rides, a rest and repeat. We sit on the grass away from the rides, side by side with me leaning slightly on Scott's shoulder as we share a bag of cotton candy.

We go on a couple more rides before lunch, nothing too strenuous, and meet up with everyone else for lunch. Mr Tracy treats us all to burgers or hot dogs and soda. Grandma, Mom and Mr Tracy sit in put-up chairs while the rest of us sit on the grass.

Gordon sits on one side of Scott and Alan has wiggled in between Scott and me. The two tinies are talking non-stop about the rides their Dad had taken them on. Scott constantly tells them to slow down, chew their food and stop talking while eating. Gordon doesn't listen until he inhales a chip and is coughing all over the place. Scott picks him up and places him over his knee, trying to dislodge the blockage.

Of course this is the moment Sasha and Wade decide to gatecrash us. Sasha pretends to trip over my foot, pushing me forward and making me squash my burger. It makes Alan spill his drink and he screams. Before I can blink Scott is toe-to-toe with Wade while Sasha is standing over me. I am aware of Mr Tracy, Mom and Grandma speaking but I can't hear anything over Alan's screams and Gordon's choking.

And then Gordon solves it all for us.

With a sudden inhalation Gordon throws up orange soda, hotdog and fries all over Sasha's pale pink dress and Wade's white All Stars.

Sasha screams. She's standing there, arms held out at her sides, and she's screaming. Alan is almost in hysterics now, and I pick him up. Whether it is intended or not, when I bounce him up and down he adds to Gordon's mess by throwing up too. But Alan, being upright and on my hip, scores Sasha's neck and shoulders.

It stops her screaming.

Wade pulls her away, shouting over his shoulder that this isn't over. It probably doesn't help that those around us who've seen what happened are openly laughing at the couple.

We watch them go. They could have spoiled today but they haven't. I may have to keep an eye on them at school next year, but for now I look at Scott. He looks at me.

And we laugh.

Scott stands and holds out his hand. I take it. He puts his arm around my shoulder and I put my arm around his waist.

We head off to the Ferris Wheel.