Scars

Ian sat in the doctor's office, leaning forward in his chair to keep his back from making contact with it. He knew what was causing the pain in his back, and he wasn't even overly concerned with how to care for it. He was mostly just concerned with whether or not there would be any complications with the injuries.

The doctor smiled at him as he came into the room, striding quickly to the computer in the corner and sitting down, signing into his account and grabbing the necessary information. "So your back is bothering you?" he asked calmly as he typed away.

"Well, yes," he said, "but it's not so much the bothering that... bothers me."

The doctor chuckled. "Why don't you explain what exactly your here for, then?" he asked.

"My back is scarred to hell and back," Ian explained. "My wife is just very... excitable. And I don't mind it in the slightest. But I just want to make sure that there's no permanent damage or infestations or anything like that."

The doctor turned his attention away from his computer to eye Ian, taking in his words. Ian had always been very straightforward, and he wasn't particularly shy about his life, though he did try to be careful about his words when he was around people he didn't know as well. Especially talking to a doctor, he had no reason to lie or hide the truth about how he had been injured. After all, that would merely lead to a less accurate evaluation. "Very well," the doctor said, pushing away from the computer. "Take your shirt off and let's take a look."

Ian stood up and turned around, gingerly pulling the shirt over his head and away from his back to reveal the scars. There were some marks that were still fairly fresh, and that he had already cleaned and covered.

"Jesus. You're ok with this?"

"I mean, it hurts, sure. But I think it's kinda hot."