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I just shrugged it off. "I dunno. Maybe we don't have an alternate?"
Isaac scoffed at that. "Would rather run with just two than some of those dumbasses." Then he jerked his chin at me. "Go get checked. Except for the fact that this place is wider at the back, it'll be no different than any other arena."
"Minus the lights," I pointed out. "We're gonna have crazy shadows all over. Oh, and did anyone check the weather?"
"On it," Jorge promised. "Here's hoping the bugs aren't too bad."
"I'm getting bug spray," Isaac grumbled.
I flapped my hand at the pair of them and headed for the exit. Right now, all the chutes were closed up, the bull gate was wide open, and the side doors led back to the outer buildings where the locker rooms and sports medicine were tucked away. I tried to remember which direction led to which one, but thankfully someone had been smart enough to put up signs for us this time.
Following the arrows to the sports medicine office, I wove through the chutes, the halls, and finally to a concrete room with a heavy metal door propped open. Stepping inside, I found the icing chairs we were all used to. Anthony was busy hooking up power and hoses to each of them. At the sound of my steps, he looked up.
"Hey, man," he greeted me.
"Hey," I replied. "Doc around?"
He pointed. "Everything ok?"
"Yep," I promised as I headed to find Dr. Stephens.
Sure enough, the man was inside the room with all of his medical supplies laid out around him. I cleared my throat, making him look over. The doctor simply waved me to a seat, then headed over to close the door behind me. Now I was completely confused.
"What's going on, Doc?" I asked.
"Roll up your sleeve," he told me as he headed back towards his equipment. "I had a man come in here and say he's in a relationship with you. He told me you're all working on the same girl, and that everyone needs to be tested for STIs."
I groaned. "And?"
Dr. Stephens glanced back, confusion on his face. "And I'm going to draw your blood and send it out. Should have results back by Monday. You boys keep getting busted up in the arena, and that means blood. These things can be transferred by blood, so it's my duty to have you checked."
"Uh huh..." I drawled.
He chuckled. "Considering that I can't tell you who I talked to, what we did, or anything else, I'm afraid that's the best you get, Tanner."
"But you said a man," I reminded him. "Means J.D. outed himself to you."
Dr. Stephens flashed me a little smirk. "Yeah, and he outed you too. Don't worry, I didn't tell him that we've already talked about this."
I leaned my head back and groaned, doing my best not to watch as Doc wrapped his thing around my arm and stuck a needle in it. "Does this mean you know the other two as well?"
"He gave me their names too," he assured me. "I'm not sure exactly what you're doing, but if you want to send Cody to me sometime today, that will make all of this easier. Sadly, I don't have a good reason to call her back."
"So you're not really worried about my shoulder?" I asked.
"Are you?" he countered. "Tanner, let's be honest with each other. Even if I told you to sit out a round, there's no way you would. So long as you think you can be out there without risking anyone else, I'm going to trust you. Now, as for your love life, I'd like to talk about condoms."
"Used 'em," I promised.
"With J.D. too," he told me.
Yep, I could feel my face heating up, but I did my damnedest to push that back. "Haven't gotten that far, but that's the plan," I promised. "Look, God's honest truth, I hate the things. But I hate the idea of catching something more, and I'm not stupid about who sticks their dicks where."
"Good man," Dr. Stephens told me as he withdrew the needle and patched me up with a band-aid. "So, how about we tackle the hard stuff that you tough guys hate?"
"Ok?"
"Anal tears," he said, writing some kind of numbers on the tubes of my blood. "Considering what we do out here, and that it's every weekend, I want to make sure all of you use lubricant for any butt play." Then he dropped the tubes into a rack and turned to face me. "I'm not talking about conditioner, spit, or that shit you boys think is good enough, you hear me?"
