When Sidney told his mother that he would be focusing on psychiatry, instead of the preferred pediatrics, she cried. Wailing about a ruined career, she pleaded for a reason why. Sidney simply said the psychiatry fascinated him.
Truth enough, though not all truth. But, he mused, how could he possibly reveal his aversion to the body, with its organs, gore, blood, and scars?
Especially the scars. Bumps of tortured flesh, reminders of true pain. Twisted skin fit to cover a gaping hole.
Sidney realizes, as a screaming patient is wheeled away, that not all scars reside on the body alone.