Reason

Stiles flung a withering stare at Dr.Bart who managed to show little remorse. His gaze flickered from one end of the office to the other.

" I take it, you know the reason I am here." Stiles broke the silence that stretched on like an infinite woven thread.

Dr. Bart had the decency to bow his head, " I'm sorry that you had to find out this way." He apologized weakly.

Wrath bubbled inside Stiles threatening to spill and cause him to do something evil like strike him across the cheek. "You are not sorry for what you did, only how I found out?" He inquired, to see if he was the one with the ear problem.

Dr. Bart's head snapped up immediately, " I'm sorry that statement came out wrongly. I'm genuinely sorry." He replied.

A myriad of graphic images played in Stiles'mind, followed by malevolent thoughts on how to deal with this doctor standing in front of him. They were very fulfilling like cutting his parts into bits and pieces, or making him rot in the dungeon, cutting his tongue off,