Scott tells Ricky he needs to go, and basically muscles his way in. Waiting outside the door, he watches the people pass by, and finally hears a flush and Scott comes out. Looking much more relaxed, Scott steps to one side and lets Ricky enter. A marker is on a table by the door along with some other miscellaneous supplies, and Rick takes it and marks R. Silverman on the cup, before he proceeds to unzip and fill it, releasing the excess into the toilet, wiping his tip dry, and zipping his slacks.

Washing up and placing the sample in the door, alongside his brother's, he exits and they return to room 5.

The room seems smaller, for some reason, now that they know what they need to do. Scales stand in one corner, so at least they won't hafta exit in their shorts. Thank goodness for small favors. Ricky starts to unbutton his shirt, smiling at Scott.

Sounds like it's pretty basic, holding his shirt while he strips off his a shirt, then placing them on the chair next to the table by the door.

My other exams have been, but it seems like he was doing what HE wanted. This sounds like he has some sort of checklist, slipping a polo shirt over his head, revealing a black crew neck tee.

A checklist? Docs have those? Unbuckling his slacks, slipping them down to reveal classic tighty whities, with the fly. Scott gets his first look and grins to himself.

Yeah, company docs have them for job exams. Why do you think they ALWAYS have ya turn and cough. His slacks drop, revealing black, flyless, lorise. He notices a puzzled look on Ricky's face. Thinking, OMG this is gonna be fun! That's a hernia check,... to make sure you can lift without hurting yourself.

Nodding, sitting down and pulling socks off, I wonder how long these will stay on,.. looking at his briefs, then at Scott.

If it's like the others, until the end. Then they come down and you go up,... smiling slightly at the though

Scott sits on the table, facing the center, and Ricky scoots on the opposite side, facing his brother.

Scott looks concerned, Nervous, bro?

Little, but no more than any new doc.

A single knock on the door, Jim enters, smiling as he sees his next patients stripped and waiting for his attention. EXcellENT! You wouldn't believe how many people CANNOT follow directions. Looking at Scott... Let's get your weight. Scott stands, and walks toward the scales, across the room. Jim watches with admiration, as Scott leads to the scales, stepping up, with Jim coming up on his right, adjusting the weights. 204.75. Stand straight. Hands by side,.. 73.5. Excellent!

Ricky feels a little stirring, and wonders why. Jim looks at him, nodding. Ricky slides off the side of the table, and passes Scott as he returns.

Scott and Jim both eye Rick as he stands straight on the scale, almost at attention, still. Adjusting the weights, 192.75, checking height, smiling,.. 71.25. Okay, we're done! There'll be a tech in to get your blood in just a few moments. We'll see you in a bit!

Jim exits, smiling, and Ricky smiles, shyly. Not so bad so far!

Scott grins, so far!, chuckling.A door opens next door, and they look at the common wall. Scott gulps, wondering.

They hear a female voice, Need to do your shot! Drop your slacks and shorts, bend....

Ricky pales. I thought you said JIM gave the shots! At that point, a single knock sounded and an attractive female tech enters, with a tray of tubes and papers.Hey, guys! Need to get some blood. Scott eyes Ricky as the attractive tech draws his blood, standing close with her breasts almost touching his arm. He notices him swelling, and then the tech comes and draws his. She leaves, and they know that the time is drawing near.

Scott looks down at the bandage on his left arm. That wasn't bad. I've never had a bad draw, though.

Ever had a bad shot?

Chuckling, Once, I think they broke the needle, but they didn't want to tell me. Took twice. Only time.

OW!

The room on the opposite side from where the nurse was giving the shot has a coughing sound. Scott's head jerks and watches the wall.

Gulping, I think it's close. Sounds like he's finishing up next door.

Ricky looks confused.Huh?

He's doing the guy exam. Hernia check,....

OH....

Then the door next door shuts, and a single knock sounds.