Spoilers: References "Hunting."
Cameron sighed and pushed her way hesitantly into the men's locker room. She hated having to do this, but Chase and Foreman were taking forever to change into their scrubs. Opening her mouth to call out to them, Cameron stopped when she heard Foreman's voice.
"My... my GOD, Chase."
"What?" Chase replied nonchalantly.
"What IS that?"
"Come on, you've got one too."
"Yeah, but... yours is so BIG," Foreman said in awe.
Cameron froze, wide-eyed. They couldn't possibly be talking about... She racked her brain frantically, trying to recall every detail of her one-night stand with Chase, cursing every hit of meth she'd taken that night.
"I'd say it's average," Chase replied modestly.
"Bigger than I'd expect from some pretty boy."
"Yeah, well, you shouldn't judge a book by its cover."
"Why didn't Cameron ever SAY anything?"
"She wasn't in her right mind."
"I'll say." There was an awkward pause; Cameron heard the shuffling of clothes and feet, as if the men were preparing to leave. Again she opened her mouth to call out to them, and again Foreman's voice stopped her.
"Can I touch it?"
Cameron slapped a hand to her mouth.
"Are you mad? It doesn't feel any different than yours."
Silence, in which Cameron silently wondered if she ought to start believing in God again, just so she could pray to something.
"I want to touch it, though."
"No!"
More silence.
"Foreman, stop staring."
"I can't help it. It's just... Chase, it's beautiful."
"Well, yours isn't so bad either."
"Can I please touch it? Just a little?"
Chase sighed. "Oh, fine."
Dear God, thought a horrified Cameron, they were NOT going to...
"Oh..." Foreman murmured approvingly. "Oh, wow. WOW."
"Stop, you're making me blush," Chase replied with a low chuckle.
"All right, that is IT!" Cameron finally exploded, charging indignantly into the locker room. "I cannot BELIEVE this! We have a SICK PATIENT waiting for us, you PERV-"
When she saw them, she stopped cold. "Oh."
Foreman stared back at her, his mouth forming a perfect round O of surprise. His index finger still rested between Chase's shoulder blades.
"Geez, people," Chase said in exasperation. "It's just a tattoo."
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