Scars are so beautiful

-Hello sir!

-Hello doctor!

-No, I am just his son, sorry, I cannot-

-Doctor, doctor, I need your help!

-Did you hear what I just said? This is not the field I am working in!

-*patient takes off his shirt* Doctor, doctor, can you see what they did to me? *takes hand of the doctor's son to slide it over his own scars*

-My big hands are clumsy; I don't mean to press too strongly where it is still open and itching.

-Doctor, doctor, listen to what they did to me! *patient takes stethoscope from the desk and plugs it into the doctor's son's ears*

-I enjoy music, but did your heart just skip a beat? I don't think that's supposed to happen...?

-Doctor, doctor, and you have to look inside my mouth!

-Are you sure?

-Yes!!! Do it!!!

-*doctor's son takes tongue depressor and flashlight* Yeah, shiny pearls and I really don't know how this works.

-So, what's the diagnosis?

-You're beautiful and your skin offers such a nice place to go under and I really am not a doctor and the wrong person for this and barely know my own body.

-Oh, this is your lucky day! I am a student of medicine.

- *opens eyes widely* Wh- What?!

- Take off your shirt.

-No, I-

-Come I'll help you. *rips off shirt of doctor's son*

-Please, this is really not necessary... *fidgets around*

-Hmmm, I have never seen something like that. Threads working, patching up like it was a melting pot of patchwork.

-*doctor's son avoiding eye contact in embarrassment*

-Oh, wow. Can I touch? I'll be careful I promise.

-Listen, I think we should leave it here -

-*patient presses finger on scar* Does that hurt?

-It's alright.

-*presses again and again and again and looks at doctor's son's eyes* Not flinching? Hmmm, very very interesting. What about here? *presses finger on the other scar* Wow, that feels so good. Is that painful?

-Not really.

-*disappointed* Oh. Let me see, bighead. *inspects more closely* That thread here wasn't done proper and the wound's open. *puts finger inside with relish* I think your eye just twitched a lil!

-Can we move on, please? You could listen to my pumping machine... *offers stethoscope*

-*declines* Wait. Lemme just- *puts hand on wound with force*

-*doctor's son's face scrunching up and he whines inaudibly* Please-

-Hah, let the party begin! Do we have some sodium chloride?

-*stutters* o-o-o-n t-th-the shhhhhhelf

-Mmmmmm. It will have you feel better, doctor. *adds salt and smiles gratified*

-*screams on top of his lungs*

-*giggles*

-You don't wanna use the stethoscope?

-*narrows his eyes and bitterly* I mean... Sure *looks around and finds the corpse of the doctor* What in the name of-?

-My father rejected me and caused me a lot of pain and suffering. When he created me all alone, I could not depend on anyone and I could not relate to anyone... There is nothing in me that compares to human beings.

-You are not Dr. Frankenstein?! Oh, the betrayal! You pretended Hippocrates when you're nothing, but a hypocrite!

-I am nothing like that. I just wish someone could accept the monster in me.

-*angrily* That you inspected me all over and grabbed my skin with your filthy paws!

-Please, I am a Quasi monster in Modo, but I wish to be Cinderella and leave the stepfamily.

-We are done here and if I need someone with wounds to play with you might be of minimum use and service.