burn, Baby, burn.

Kevin just got back from a skiing holiday.

He forgot to apply sunscreen.

He had to take yesterday off work as he has second-degree burns across his face and it's quite nasty.

He is still blistered and peeling. He goes back to work tomorrow (today is his day off), and I really want him to wear a Phantom of the Opera mask.

I told him he should diagnose every third patient with "Music of the Night."

(I'm sorry, Madame, you have The Music of the Night. I'm going to have to prescribe some anti-opera medications.")