'The boss already chewed me out. If Wildcat lands a couple more punches now, I'll definitely cough up blood and die young.'
"Ian Shannon, out with it. What exactly happened?" Just his luck. Ian Shannon had been hoping to skate by, but he was being called out by name.
"Oh, Felix, I can't hold it… I gotta go." Ian Shannon clutched his stomach, trying to make a bathroom escape. Yara Quillan's lips curved into a smile as she blocked his path. Her gaze, a little wicked, swept over his lower body before she spoke. "Ian Zimmerman, want me to take a look for you? I am, after all, a graduate student majoring in urology."
"..." Ian Shannon froze, then jumped three feet in the air and scrambled to hide behind Felix Lester. "Wildcat, don't scare me like that." 'Let you take a look? If I did, the boss wouldn't just give me internal injuries—he'd probably kill me outright!'
