The noise of the door creaking open, followed by gentle footsteps sounded as the doctor approached the bed of his ill friend.

"It is dreadful out there."

Commenting briskly, his pale hand reached down to brush the water from his leather bag. He had not only entered their room mere moments ago, but it had also been raining relentlessly when he arrived. He sighed softly, looking down at his friend with tender eyes.

"May I?"

He inquired, referring to the chair as he slowly sunk down. He muttered a quiet 'thank you' under his breath as he awkwardly smiled.

"Apologies for my state. I will admit I had a drink or two before you called..um, concerning your delicate condition, I will do my very best to keep my state out of your treatment. Do not worry about it."

With a click, the bag popped open, he took out a pair of cloth gloves. Rather unusual, he was one of none who wore these gloves when he dealt with his patients. He believed it added an extra layer of security to his medical analysis of his patients. Sliding the gloves over his skin, he wiggled his fingers to ensure a well fit.

"...I did not have the chance to ask about your condition on the telephone, my apologies. My bag is overly filled because of it."

He mumbled. The bag seemed to be barely holding on. The leather patterns were battered and cracked, the handles worn and the buttons clung loosely to the base of the bag. He was in certain need of a new bag.

"So, my friend, what appears to ail you?"