They all are laughing at me... I can see it in their eyes... they can just stun me with every glance at me. It just seems to bother everyone when I didn't have my dress, or any other sort of way to cover myself. It just seems like I am an alien who just grew a second head. Solem Vigil, the blank flank who couldn't do anything worthwhile.

The road I just happened to take was the market place, in the middle of a summer were everyone is doing reconstruction or just there to buy some refreshments.  I decided to be like the lazy ditzy I am and to take the shortest route to my destination. The place I was aiming to go was a cottage in Whitetail woods, or at least what I thought it was calles? I might be such an idiot since I can't  even remember the name where I was supposed to go.

I stumbled slightly, looking up to find a blue pony with green spikey mane.  The mare's turquoise eyes shone annoyance,  she raised an unamused eyebrow awaiting for something.

"Watch where you're going, you unimaginative blank flank," she growled, which sprung tears to my eyes.

"I'm sorry!"

"Excuse me ma'am, my mistake!" Buffalo Shell apologized to the purple mare with, "I should watch were I'm going, nearly got sent right on my flank!"

"I'm sorry!"

With that, the mare brushed past her crying. Many looks towards Buffalo Shell were more confused than angry, because Buffalo Shell wasn't the one to get angry for no reason...

Buffalo Shell looked after the mystery female.

I brushed past her quickly, hoping for the tears to go away before somepony sees me and insults me further. I managed to put myself in some distance between me and the mare, who was glaring in my direction.

I sighed, managing to clear my tears. My eyes stung a little bit, but I paid no mind to it. I looked up at the sign, and I was heading towards the right direction.

I made my way towards the woods, finding the cottage. The dirt starting to turn into gravel was a good sign, for I knew I was going to be there on time. I looked at the gorgeous woods and smiled softly. Maybe today would be better than the last?

"For the last time, I am never going to your party!" A voice rang out, forcing me to turn around quickly. "It's been three weeks already, cancel that party and make a Happy House Never Showed Up party. Make sure no one is invited."

"Aw! It's no party without ponies there!"

"Hookers and strippers don't count as ponies, remember that!"

There was no pony around me, not one. Yet, I can hear their voices like they were next to me.

The first voice was dark, studded even. A hint of meanness in each word. The second was high pitch and squeaky, like she inhailed heluim and still talked deeply.

I felt my eyes sting once more, and upon taking my hoof to my eyes. I saw milky blood on my hoof.

"We, are never-ever-ever, going to that party!" I groaned, taking my cane and twirling it between my hooves. I missed fingers almost.

"C'mon! It'all be fun, Housey!" The pink fluff nuisance still bothered me. Pinkie Pie never seemed to understand when no means no, because it's been three weeks since I moved in Ponyville that I haven't woken up to five billion balloons and a invitation card.

I have said 'No' for the ten-thousandth time now, and now she figured out my entire agenda. She follows me at work all the time now, I would have called Knight Watch but he blew a raspberry in my face and went back to secretly reading porn in his soduku.

Ever since I diagnosed Pinkie Pie, the other five wouldn't leave me be. It's like they have a certain string across my neck that would lead those mares in my general direction, it's slowly choking me to death.

I was in Exam Room Three, messing with my cane. The pink made was here for a prescribtion for a cold and excess mucus in her, and she decided to stick around for a while longer.

My pager pinged it's annoying beeps, three high pitch. I sighed and stood up, using my cane to hold my injured leg up. I never understood why my leg looked the way it does, it was only scarred. But now it looks like I stuck it in a meatgrinder and blew it up using a rocket launcher.

I skimmed over the pager, Redheart wants me in her office. All in capital letters, she gave me 'colorful' vocabulary along with it.

I walked out of the Exam Room, took a right and limped down the corridor.

I scared every foal by a mean look.

I opened the door casually, a small strut in my step. Doctor Redheart was sitting behind her desk, jotting down various of characters that I don't bother to read.

She was probably signing a subscription to Indirect T.V?

"You know the definition of Insanity?" I ask, the icebreaker I came up with is perfect.

"House!" Redheart yelled; I pretended to run my ears and scowl worse than I already am. "It's been almost a month, and I am pretty sure I gave out enough Vicodin to last the both of us a lifetime!"

"You want to move in?" I ask, leaning on my cane. I leaned forward with my eyebrows lifted, a mocked perplexed look on my face. "I prefer not unless hell is negative five, divided by zero."

"You owe me--"

"Clinic hours, yeah yeah." I dismissed, "I'm working on it, but a pink pony of fluff said otherwise."

"I have your termination slip," Doctor Redheart growled, showing me the lengthy page. The paper was pink, the ink black. It seemed to hold much more power thank it's already worth, five bits.

"You didn't give me the axe, you want something..." I deduced, to which she nodded solemly.

"You have until tomorrow afternoon to place five solved cases on my desk personally," Doctor Redheart warned. I was sure I remember this situation from somewhere...

And if I give you ten?" I asked, lowering my eyebrows.

    "Immunity to clinic duties, but you won't be paid for them."

    "You pay me thirty bits an hour," I reminded her, "Minus ten for Vicodin."

    "Clock is ticking!"

            "I've been getting dizzy a lot more than normal..." A grey mare with straw yellow hair stated when I walked into the room. Her eyes were closed, which either met she was telepathic or she was blind.

    "A whole lot more?" I question, looking back over her file. "The normal pony just doesn't get dizzy for no reason..."

    "You already know about my eyes..." She gave a cheerful smile, she opened them and I raised an eyebrow. They weren't looking in the same direction...

The mare was a Pegasus, born with a mutated variation of Opsoclonus.

Ditzy Door was her name, and Ditzy Door has a unicorn daughter.

She works at a local post office that claims no responsibility when my mailbox get's trashed for the tenth time in a row.

She takes medicine that would lower the affects of Opsoclonus...

"Ditzy... Were do you work?" I ask, a calm expression on my face. In all actuality, I was greatly disappointed in this made.

"The Post Office! Were your mail comes in or out!" She replied chirpfuly.

... I can't hold it in...

"Are you an idiot?" I ask, not even taking my eyes off of the file.

"Wh-wait... What?" She stammered, obviously confused. She stood up suddenly.

"You fly around a lot right?" I inquired once more.

"Y-yeah...?"

"My god, you are an idiot!" I grimanced, closing the file and staring at her. I couldn't believe it, she wasn't getting dizzy. She was looking in to different places because she doesn't take her medicine.

"What so you mean? I... I'm not a idiot..." Ditzy tried to counter, but a She had a sadish look tainted her face.

"You're not taking your medicine," I accused, "You have Opsoclonus, it's a dieses that makes your eye move uncontrollable. You're eye just moved to the left while your right eye didn't move an inch."

"I'm sorry... They just make me... Tired all the time..." Ditzy hung her head low.

I started writing a prescription for antidepressants and a refill of her Cyclophosphamide.

"I am also going to recommend you to chemotherapy, along with a high dosage of antibiotics afterwards. Take your damn meds."

Ditzy walked out of the Exam Room with tears in her eyes and her head down low. I poked my head through the door and called out.

"Next!"