Keith Partridge sat on his porch steps and waited for his girlfriend to come up the street. They had a thing going on. But, nobody else knew about it. He waited and waited and waited. Finally, he just gave up. He stood up and walked back inside. Finally, the phone rang. "Hello?", Keith asked. "Whoa. Whoa, whoa. Calm down. What?", Keith said to his hysterical girlfriend on the other end. His face got pale and he dropped the phone and backed into the couch. He put his face in his hands and cried.

"Keith? What's wrong?", 5-year-old Tracy asked as she entered the living room with a popsicle and sat on the couch. Keith looked at the youngest daughter. "Nothing. Just having a bad day is all.", Keith said. Tracy looked at him and offered him some of her popsicle and he declined. "No thanks Trace. I think I'm gonna go lay down.", Keith said, his voice still hoarse from crying. Tracy shrugged it off and left. Keith plopped on his bed and sighed. "What am I gonna do?", he asked his goldfish right beside his bed. He looked over at some pills he had been prescribed to.

"No. That's the stupidest idea. Taking drugs are not the solution.", Keith said shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts. "Although... I have been under a lot of stress lately."

Keith reached for the pills and poured some in his hand. "Well, here it goes.", Keith said as he lifted his head and poured the pills down his throat.

Keith swallowed hard. As soon as he swallowed them he felt dizzy. He laid down for a bit.

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After a couple of hours Keith woke up. The pill bottle beside his bed. He rubbed his eyes and stretched. The phone rang. Keith reached for the phone. "Hello?", Keith said groggily. The doctor was on the other end. "Mr. Partridge. I would like to speak with you. Do you think you could drive down here?", the doctor asked.

"Yeah sure. No problem.", Keith said as he got woke up.

Keith hung up the phone and got dressed. He then grabbed his set of spare keys and started the ignition. Keith drove off to the hospital.

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Keith entered through the doors and into the waiting room. There he saw his girlfriend. Gosh she was pretty, with her hair up and with that skirt. But, he wasn't there for that. He met up with the doctor. "Hi. I'm Keith Partridge. The one you spoke with on the phone.".

"The father?", the doctor asked. Keith nodded.

"You're a little young, don't you think?", the doctor asked as a joke.