BR Day 14 - At the infirmary

You expect Ana or Angela at the infirmary for this appointment that Tiff told you to come to, but that’s not who you get.

You remember the tall, Irish woman that you saw in the cave. This isn’t her, but… it seems like there are a lot of new people around.

“Good afternoon, Riley,” the doctor says, holding open the door to an exam room.

“Hi,” you say, lowering your gaze and going in. Is she going to notice you blushing? Because wow. She is insanely pretty. So is Angela, but Angela doesn’t dress like this. This doctor wears a short, tight, red dress under a lab coat. On her feet are the sexiest spikes you’ve ever seen. Her short, glossy black hair is immaculate, and her smile is way sultrier than it needs to be. Does a doctor need to show this kind of grade-A cleavage? Yikes.

“You OK?” she asks. “Do you have a fever?”

You didn’t a minute ago. “I’m good,” you say, embarrassed.

“Feeling good?”

“Yeah.”

“OK. You mind taking all that off?”

You look down at your clothes. “All of it?”

“Yes, please. I need to weigh you and examine you.”

“Well, OK.” As though this couldn’t get worse. “This is embarrassing.”

“What? What’s wrong with your body?” she asks, pricking your finger for a blood sample.

“Nothing, I guess,” you grumble as you strip down. Nude, you nervously sit on the table as she approaches with her stethoscope and looks you over. She doesn’t do anything lewd, but her soft fingers, the smell of her perfume… that cleavage in your face… Your whole body tingles and you can’t help it.

“Oh,” she says when she notices your erection just sitting there. You cover it with your hands. “I suppose you’re very healthy, aren’t you?” she teases, walking to the counter. You look at her back, burning with humiliation.

“Most doctors let me wear underwear,” you shoot back.

“You can put them back on,” she says, glancing over her shoulder.

Blushing, you do that, but now of course this huge erection won’t fit. You tuck it up against your stomach as best you can and get dressed. You read the doctor’s nametag as she comes back over, holding a needle. Ada.

“You’re a little low on nutrients according to your blood test,” she says. “I’m going to give you a little shot.”

“OK,” you say, looking away. You aren’t afraid of shots, but you don’t like to watch. You barely feel it. Ada pulls the needle out, cleans the tiny wound, and puts a little Bandaid on your arm.

“There you go. Thanks for coming in, Riley.”

“Sure,” you say, and hurry out. Maybe FUTA is worried that someone’s going to accuse them of not treating the players well. That could be why they suddenly care so much about your health. Your arm tingles and you rub it absently. You feel pretty good. Maybe you need to eat more vegetables.

Anyway, you’re glad that’s behind you. And how come all the nurses and doctors here have names that start with A?