Dr. Telesfore chuckled.
“I’m simply saying.. that you could’ve easily hid your scars from your parents’ view, and even if they’d been uncovered, I’m sure a smart boy such as yourself could’ve whipped up a worthy lie to convince them otherwise.”

Nathaniel leaned forward, not taking his eyes off the doctor’s.
“Are you saying that I wanted to come here?”
“If that’s what you make of it; but no, my friend. I’m saying something that couldn’t possibly make sense to an emotionally disturbed teenager such as yourself.”
“I am not emotionally disturbed.”
“Ah.” The doctor uttered in an unmoved tone, “Then what are you?”
“Misunderstood.” He pronounced each syllable very cleary, as if he were speaking to a cave man.
The doctor nodded once more.
“I’m saying.. that you wanted help, any help you could get.”
The dark haired boy scoffed.
“No one can help me…”
“And that mindset is the reason you prize above all else the idea of finding someone who can...”