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Thunder had been so pleased with the nurse’s reactions to his flirting that he decided to return to the infirmary. The only problem was that he was perfectly healthy. In a stroke of luck when Thunder returned to his dorm that evening there was a note attached to his door informing him that his medical records were incomplete: technically nonexistent.  

He knocked gently on the door frame of the exam room, not unlike the first time he had come to see the nurse, and waited until he had the nurses attention. Slowly making his way towards the nurse he held up the note. “I’m here for a physical,” he explained, stopping a few feet from the other man. “It’s my first time.” He began slowly unbuttoning the top three buttons on his shirt carefully watching the others face. “Be gentle,” he whispered, batting his eyelashes in feigned innocence.

Eric had been in the office no more than ten minutes when the boy had run in in a panic. After calming him down a bit, he checked the male over, making sure that nothing was truly wrong with him. “No, you’re as healthy as can be.” He reassured him before squeaking as his arm was yanked toward the youngers forehead. Chuckling lightly, he shook his head as he gave the boys hair a quick ruffle. “You’re not sick, hun, and you’re definitely not dying.” He stated softly as he flashed a gentle smile. “Do you have a test or something today? You could just be nervous, and that could be what’s making you feel sick,”