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"But back up?" Doc begged. "She broke up with Ty?"
"Sunday morning," I explained. "I guess he got a little possessive, trying to run off her fans. She warned him, he doesn't know how to deal with a girl like her, and yeah. J.D. punched him in the face last night, things almost blew up, and now it's just the three of us."
"Well, ok then," Doc said. "I also gave Ty his results this morning. Now I feel like a dick."
"Serves him right," I promised. "Trust me, Doc. He needs to feel a bit of pain right now. Only way he'll ever pull his head out of his ass." Then I turned to Anthony. "And why are you having a bad day?"
He blew out a breath. "Patients," he grumbled. "A certain N-word using one, and his friend who keeps wanting some pills."
"Opiates?" I guessed. "Hooked?"
"Party," Anthony said.
"No names," Doc warned the big Black man.
Anthony just flashed him a smile. "You think I'm a dumbass, Doc? I also know Tanner's the one who'll be picking them up so we don't have to patch them up. Think of it like associated medicine."
"Keep telling yourselves that," Doc joked as he waved us out. "And let me pack my hospital up!"
So I pushed myself to my feet and gestured for Anthony to lead the way. When we reached the main room again, Anthony glanced back, checking we were alone. Then he lowered his voice and began disassembling the icing chair before him.
"So," he said. "I figured you would've seen Austin on your way in. You literally just missed him. Came in to get that old shoulder injury of his looked at, and he brought one of his flunkies with him."
"Which one?" I asked. "He's got a few."
"Derek," Anthony grumbled.
"Who was asking for pills," I realized. "Yeah, that actually doesn't surprise me. I can even see that dumb fuck trying to ride high."
"Might make him better," Anthony joked. "But I'm so tired of the racial slurs as a way to look tough. Shit, there wasn't even anyone around to hear that fucknugget whine!"
"Your shit hurts," I reminded him.
"So does the N-word," he countered. "And they can say no. When they come begging? Yeah, no sympathy. All I'm saying is that I'd refuse to touch him if it wouldn't get my ass fired."
"Put in a complaint," I suggested.
Anthony just shook his head. "Believe it or not, I actually like this job. I also approve of your partners, so you know. J.D. has always been cool with me. Cody? She's like a whole mouthful of sugar type of sweet."
I laughed, waving him down. "She is and she isn't. She's nice, but she's also a lot more like J.D. than you can imagine."
"I remember her first weekend when she busted her nose," he said. "That girl didn't whine at all when Doc checked it. Her eyes watered, but a nose injury? Not surprising. Then she got up, headed out, and rode again the next day like nothing happened."
"You see the bull try to send her flying?" I asked. "She was six feet off the ground and never once complained about the pain from that hit. That's why the boys hate her, you know."
"And they do," Anthony told me. "Austin and his friends are the loudest, but not the only ones."
"How many?" I asked.
He just shook his head at me. "I dunno, man. What I can tell you is that most guys don't give a shit about her. They want to fuck her, but these kids are just hoping they can get their dicks wet with anything. Still, maybe ten guys? And I'm talking about a range from grumbling about her beating them, not being fair and shit, all the way through chasing her out."
"Who's the worst?" I asked.
"Austin," he said. "Without a doubt, it's Austin, and I think that man is convinced she's going to ruin the sport."
Then something he'd said earlier hit me. "Wait, you said Austin just left?"
"Yeah, him and Derek. They were joking about picture day or some shit. I didn't want to know. Why?"
