It was quiet for a while. After we were separated, Greg started tightening his belt and readjusting his pants. I didn't bother trying to fix my clothes up.
'What's the point if he already saw?' I thought.

But by the double take he did at me, there must have been something he hadn't seen at first, or at least something I hadn't noticed.

Coach sighed and turned to Greg first, holding the place between his nose and forehead.
"I want you to go to my office, Fassfield." He said lowly.
He only held up a hand when Greg moved to explain.
"Really, Greg. I need to talk to Foreman alone right now."

'Alone?' I wondered. 'Just what the hell did he see?'

He waited until Greg's footsteps made a final echo before walking ahead of me with a, "Follow me."




"You okay, Bud?" He asked as we strode down the hall.

I nodded, forcing a half smile.
Coach didn't buy it.

We turned the corner into a white room, colored only by the cheesy posters of cartoon characters on crutches taking medicine and eating healthy.
The Nurse's office was really an odd place.

"Hi, Coach. What can I do you for?" the short woman asked, her smile seemingly genuine.

Coach didn't mirror her greeting and motioned to the back of the room, shrouded off by a white curtain.
"I need to borrow your station, Betsy." He said.

She rose a brow and mouthed the word 'why'.

"No reason." He murmured, nudging me off to the curtain.

I went over feeling less than confident and pulled the veil back enough for me to walk in. Before fixing it back, I peeked out to see Nurse Betsy handing Coach a small, brown bag.
"What's going on?" She whispered.

Coach rolled his eyes, gave a hearty sigh and grabbed the bag's handle.
"Check up."