Masochism was the first thought. Though could he really be blamed for that? He'd seen teenagers with their arms covered with scars, but who said people couldn't cut at their torso and chest as well?
Some of them didn't exactly lend themselves to self-infliction, however.
The scars weren't Wilson's main concern, however. He was far more interested in the fresh wound. It was bandaged, but he wanted to see what was underneath. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure if Dias would be as open to the idea as Adel had been.
He stood from his seat despite that, slowly head around. He glanced up at the larger man, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. (It wasn't that hard, but people seemed to cower in the presence of doctors no matter how nice they looked.)
There was a silent question there. He was a medical doctor - he wasn't exactly an expert at speaking with mental patients. If he could focus on the physical instead, all the better. He wanted to see, to examine, to help.
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Some of them didn't exactly lend themselves to self-infliction, however.
The scars weren't Wilson's main concern, however. He was far more interested in the fresh wound. It was bandaged, but he wanted to see what was underneath. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure if Dias would be as open to the idea as Adel had been.
He stood from his seat despite that, slowly head around. He glanced up at the larger man, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. (It wasn't that hard, but people seemed to cower in the presence of doctors no matter how nice they looked.)
There was a silent question there. He was a medical doctor - he wasn't exactly an expert at speaking with mental patients. If he could focus on the physical instead, all the better. He wanted to see, to examine, to help.