"Is that the best you can do?" Nate asks, still on the floor, blood rushing from his nose. He laughed hysterically, and tried to get up the floor, groaning in pains.
He stared at Xavier seated on his desk, while watching him act like some drunk dude who just stepped out from the bar. "I'm talking to you, Is that the best you could do?" He roared, shaking along.
"I need to put you in your place, you can't come here and embarrass yourself thinking you are hurting me. Really? Is that the best you can do?"
"Why? Because your parents died in a plane crash? Because you grew up in riches? Does that make you better than me?"
"Inferiority complex! I have always been better than you. How are you still a doctor? Do you have the conscious after knowing someone died in your hands?"
Nate staggered,
