When Max started talking about stabbing out his own eye and having his head cut into, Wilson straightened visibly in his seat. The man had always been further into the realm of insane than some of the others, if his thinking he was an alien (and that coughing up black hair was good sign) was any indication. It seemed that now he'd move on to severe bodily harm, whether self-inflicted or otherwise.

Still, Wilson doubted that Max's eye was actually gone under that patch. "You didn't really stab it out, did you? The file says your cornea was scratched," he spoke up. He doubted the patient was going to like that, but it was still the truth and he still had to face it.

"As for your head, I don't see much of anything about that," Wilson continued as he pored over the file in front of him. More stories, more sensationalism, and more pain for Max to deal with. Wilson wasn't sure what made the man so self-loathing, but maybe he would be able to piece it together after enough sessions. If Max opened up, that is.