Broken boy

The school nurse looked at Oliver with pity. She had just returned from scanning the school environment to check if it was safe for him to leave. It was already an hour after school ended for the day, and she knew better than to ask him to leave. She decided she was going to stay until there were no more students, so he could go home. 

He was curled up in a fetal position on the bed, crying his eyes out. He had woken up a few hours ago and had been crying since then without stopping, despite all her efforts to get him to stop so he wouldn't fall sick. She thought about what to do for him, but nothing came to mind. Why would someone do this to another person? She even went as far as putting his phone number up in public, which she guessed had caused the constant buzzing of his cell phone. Thankfully, he had been unconscious then, and helped him turn it off and dropped it inside his bag.