I guess I hate women. Go figure.

*The stage sets at a small, quaint clinic. The sky is cast over with dark, stormy clouds. It gives a sad, dreary feeling to all who see it*

-In Walks Nurse Rudy hurriedly trying to get to the front desk so he can page Dr. Shades-

*Picking up the phone* Nurse Rudy: Hello? This is Nurse Rudy. Send Doctor Shades to this post right away.

His voice is met with another nurse, Nurse Amelia.

Nurse Amelia: Alright. I'll page her.

*Nurse Amelia clears the phone and dials Dr. Shades's number*

Me: -Answers- Yes, hello?

Nurse Amelia: I'm sorry to disturb you Doctor but we need you.

Me: Alright. I'm on my way.

*Phones are hung up*

-I arrive at the time 12:48 PM. Rain begins to pour and thunder begins to crack in the darkened sky-

Me: What seems to be the problem, Nurse Rudy?

*Nurse Rudy lays the information down on me.*

Me: I see. It's more serious than I thought.

Nurse Rudy: Do you know what it is, Doctor? Is it treatable?

Me: I do. It's Acute Douchebagery Syndrome, or ADS for short. I cannot cure it.

Nurse Rudy: What will we do, Doctor Shades?

*A heavy sigh is made*

Me: I have no choice. I'll have to let the patient go. There's nothing I can do.

Nurse Rudy: No! You can't Doctor! Surely there's a way to cure him!

*I shake my head sadly*

Me: I'm sorry, Rudy. I'm gonna have to send him to a phychiatric ward. He is beyond all my medical expertise.

*Nurse Rudy begins to weep greiviously*

Me: -Wraps arms around Rudy and tries not to cry myself_

Me- I'm so sorry, Nurse. It pains me so much to lose a patient like this...all we can do is hope that the mental health professionals can help him where we couldn't. They're the Golden Syringes, they're the best doctors in the land as far as Mental Health goes.

*Sniffling is heard* Nurse Rudy: Y-Yeah...I hope so too.

-The stage curtains close with a man being driven away-