untitled drabble of a fic I haven't decided I wanted to write yet
"Boys, this is Eleanor Dawson. She's the nurse for the UW rowing team. This is the second year she's had this position and she will continue to hold the position until she leaves or decides she doesn't want it anymore." Coach Ulbrickson gestured to the woman next to him, a beauty wearing a knitted sweater, rolled khakis and boots. She tilted her head to the side and smiled kindly, rolling up and down on the balls of her feet.
"Now if you have any questions or comments or concerns, you can go to her if Bolles, Pocock, or myself are unavailable."
"Excuse me sir, but why would we go to the nurse about rowing questions?"
The boys glanced at each other, shoulders and heads ducked at the chuckles of the varsity boys and their coxswain. Chuck slowly lowered his hand, almost immediately regretting his question.
The young woman stepped forwards, smile decidedly less friendly.
"Because," her eyes scanned the faces of the young men in front of her, "Mr. Day, is it? I've been the stroke and rowing captain of the JV girls team since my freshman year of college. That's why you can go to the nurse about rowing."
Don, with his head ducked, could still tell Chuck's face went red from his collarbones all the way to his hairline. He sensed the smirk of Coach Ulbrickson and Bolles.
"Now here's what we are going to do. The varsity team already know this but you have a week to come to me, either here before or after practice or at the on campus clinic for a physical."
Grumbling from all of the boys.
Bobby, the cheeky little shit he was, grinned. "And if certain members don't want to participate in their physicals?"
"Then Mr. Moch, they don't row."
And with that, the pretty nurse turned and strode back into the boathouse, hair bouncing in the ponytail.
