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"Everyone must have their check-up turned in by Thursday," Orion said looking down at the players sitting all around the locker room. "I haven't received one from Guy, Adam, Goldberg and Russ. See you all at try-outs Friday." Coach Orion left the players all sitting there.

"Speaking of appointments, I'm gonna be late," Goldberg said standing up and grabbing his bookbag.

"Same here," Adam said standing up. Everyone filed out of the locker room. Guy, Connie, and Adam all stopped outside of the locker room.

"Hey, after I get back, do you want to go play some pool up in the rec. room or study or something?" Adam asked looking at the two of them. Guy looked at Connie.

"Sure."

"Yea, I don't care what we do, but I can't until 5 p.m. I promised Julie we'd study math together."

"Okay well I won't be back until about 5:30. I'll meet you guys at the rec. room. Okay?" Adam looked at Connie then at Guy. They nodded and said their good-byes. Adam quickly went back to his room to change. He grabbed a pair of jeans and one of his favorite yellow polo shirts. He grabbed his keychain out of his pocket and jogged out to his car.

He threw open the door to his red corvette. VVVRRRRROOOOMMMMM!!! Adam revved the engine and quickly drove out of the parking lot. He turned onto West Junita Ave. He clicked on his turn left signal and quickly turned into the doctor's office. The doctor's office was a big brick building with pink shutters. Great. Adam was overly excited to be visiting the freaking doctor's office again.

Slowly he walked into the office and waited in line behind a tall man with a huge bald spot in the middle of his head.

"I can help someone over here, " a voice came from behind Adam. He turned around and walked over to a woman sitting behind a big glass window. "Name?"

"Umm.. Adam Banks."

"Oh yes, you're here for your check up. Your coach called saying you would have a hockey form of some type."

"Here." Adam pulled a wrinkled paper out of his pocket and handed it to the woman in her blue scrub outfit.

"Okay, you just have a seat over there," she said pointing to a group of chairs set up against the far wall. "Dr. Barnes will be with you in a minute."

Adam picked up a Sports Illustrated magazine and sat down in the chair nearest the window. About ten minutes later a door right next to Adam swung open.

"Adam Banks?"

Adam stood up and put the magazine down on the chair. "That's me."

"Follow me," the nurse stood there for a second and then turned around, her curly hair bouncing behind her. They walked down a long hallway with dull tan carpeting and a lifeless shade of yellow paint all over the walls. Finally they came to room 21. She knocked on the door and then pushed it open.

"Just sit up on the table there and relax. I'm gonna take your blood pressure, your weight, height, and your temperature." Adam jumped up on the table. "Put your arm out please." Adam extended his arm so that the nurse could reach it. She strapped the little black thing around his arm. "Now relax." She began to squeeze the pump. The Velcro strap got tighter and tighter around his arm.

"Good," she smiled and wrote something. Then she pulled out a thermometer. " Put this under your tongue, please." He grabbed the blue thermometer and put it under his tongue. Ding, ding, ding. "Good," she said again writing something else down. "Now take your shoes off and follow me into the hallway."

Banksie unlaced his blue Reebok sneakers and threw them under a chair in the room. He emerged from the room slowly looking around for the nurse. "Over here," she motioned for him to come over to her. "Step up here," she said pointing to the scale. She played around with the numbers on the scale. "159... very good." Then she pulled down the height measurer. "5'11... okay you can go back into the room now and take off your shirt and pants. Dr. Barnes will be in, in about 5 minutes or so. Adam nodded and walked back into the room.

He quickly took off his shirt and pants. He sat back up on the table in his blue plaid boxers. There was a knock at the door. "Umm.. Come in," Adam said nervously. A tall woman with straight brown hair walked in with a smile on her face.

"Hi, Adam," she said looking down at her charts. "Well, everything looks great." She smiled and took her stethoscope from around her neck and blew on it. "Sorry, this may be a little bit cold." She began to listen to his heartbeat. "Take a deep breath." Adam breathed in and out. "Good." She switched to his back. "Breathe in." Again Adam breathed in and out. "Great"

She turned her stethoscope to the side and began to test his reflexes. "Oh my goodness Adam. What happened to your legs? I know you're in hockey.... Have you been playing really rough with the guys in the off season?"

"Um...I'm not really sure how that happened," Banksie said truthfully.

"Hmm," Dr. Barnes said. "They're actually all over you," she said looking at his arms and his back. "Are you sure that you haven't been overdoing it a little at practice or your games?" she asked him.

"I don't think so," he said starting to get a little bit worried.

"Hmm," Dr. Barnes said again. "Well, everything else checks out fine, so you can go for now, but I'd like you to come back next week. Oh, don't worry," she added hastily seeing the frightened look on Adam's face, "I doubt it's anything to worry about."

"Okay," Adam tried to smile. When the physical was finally over Adam followed Dr. Barnes out to the front office.

"Here's your paper," she said handing him back his wrinkled paper. "Oh, and I'll see you next week," she handed him a card that simply said 'Adam Banks Wednesday 3:00' He smiled and walked out the door.