As Brayden was selectively reading, more so to look at potential cars he would eventually want, he noticed a male rushing through the clinic itself. A few guards were on standby, as it should be since the blond Athlete heard the stories of people being hounded down by ABC, NBC and even CNN correspondents. To think Brayden actually was majoring to get on the ESPN sports panel at some point. Being a journalist was tough work, but hounding someone down? Yea, that wasn't for him, so his green eyes watched as the male (Sean) was being whisked away into a room right alongside his mother, father and whoever else had come with him.
"Gee, who was that," his mother asked with a worried look to her face. "Looks like the poor thing was thrown out to the hounds except they didn't want what the Good Lord gave 'em."
The male reserved a chuckle for himself when thinking on the comment, but naturally stated the other was just a freshman, but perhaps one of their top prospects. Most likely he was getting interviewed first, which was fine and all for Brayden. That meant when the nurse called him, which was now, he was going to get the ultrasound first. He rose from his seat and while his father, Calvin, was all gung-ho about following suit, it was Nancy who raised a hand and told for him to sit down in the waiting room. Brayden of course mentally thanked her for that as he probably was going to ask one too many questions.
When advised to, he tossed his clothes off and dawned the gown needed, easing his way into the bed. What were his feelings, though, he had to mentally ask? Was he truly alright with just naturally shrugging everything off like he typically did with nonchalance or was there truly a need for him to panic already? Hearing the stories of how him and his brothers were quite the handful as little children certainly were not comforting on the mind after all. His skin rose with small goosebumps when feeling the tingly cold gel rest on his small bump as the nurse herself rubbed it in.
As the minutes let on, his mother was stoked to hear the news when wanting to know the gender after seeing how the child was coming along inside of him. All her time being basically the only woman among the house had finally come to an end. That was the assumption anyways based on what the nurse tried to determine.
"But aren't girls just as worse," Brayden stated when buttoning his shirt up in an effort to tease his mother. "Having to deal with their teenage years, the additional sass and of all things, prom?"
Nancy patted his shoulder only after dropping her jaw in shock, though of course it was meant to jest as well as she brought him close to hug him.
"We can focus about that later," she insisted. "This day isn't over with just yet, but we're not telling Pops anything just yet. Let's let that mind of his wander a bit more for a bit before announcing the news."
The nurse commented how he was lucky to just be having one. The captain had arrived earlier to find out he was carrying triplets and someone else was having quads thanks to the infirmary tampering around with fertility products. That gave Brayden a lot to think on when finding himself face to face with Coach McCain. While Brayden smiled with a bit of relief, he was actually nervous to get in front of a camera and actually hear the questions. Some had to contend to NBC anchors. Brayden had to deal with Goodmorning America and so he wondered who was it. Were it some of their popular faces that appeared on the show all the time or some individual who barely got screen time? Either way, he adjusted his bowtie put on his best Southern smile when walking inside, seeing a very familiar male who used to play Football himself.
There were several retakes, naturally. Calvin would occasionally catch a fit, Nancy wanted to go off record every once in a while with random facts she found from the wikipedia or mayo clinic; of course the reporter had to get everything back on track as this was his segment to conduct a report on. Still, he was able to focus back on Brayden when asking "Who do you think or would consider to be at blame here?"
Brayden gave it some thought before answering. No need for him to say something he may regret after all because he didn't think it out all the way. "The clinic. The infirmary is really to blame here, I think. When you have someone who mysteriously gets pregnant from a botched physical, I believe that is grounds to sue for malpractice. You're a professional, after all. These kind of things you're supposed to know how to do. How to tell what is needed and what isn't. Intentional or not, somewhere down the line something has to come into your mind to know and question if something doesn't appear right and to ask someone else for confirmation. Now you've got like, what? One thirty-six?"
He turned to look back at his coach for confirmation on the number, McCain nodding before Brayden looked back. "Yea, close to One-thirty-six students pregnant and that is on nobody else's fault but for the people behind the infirmary itself. I'd love for the people responsible to come clean, but it wouldn't have happened had someone spoke up in the first place."
He exhaled after downing a bottle of water when the interview was concluded. The bright lights around them set to light up the room's ambiance wasn't exactly cold. The male had to wipe sweat from his face a few times. He opened the door to walk out into the clinic's waiting room once more, seeing more football players present now more than earlier on.
"Gee, who was that," his mother asked with a worried look to her face. "Looks like the poor thing was thrown out to the hounds except they didn't want what the Good Lord gave 'em."
The male reserved a chuckle for himself when thinking on the comment, but naturally stated the other was just a freshman, but perhaps one of their top prospects. Most likely he was getting interviewed first, which was fine and all for Brayden. That meant when the nurse called him, which was now, he was going to get the ultrasound first. He rose from his seat and while his father, Calvin, was all gung-ho about following suit, it was Nancy who raised a hand and told for him to sit down in the waiting room. Brayden of course mentally thanked her for that as he probably was going to ask one too many questions.
When advised to, he tossed his clothes off and dawned the gown needed, easing his way into the bed. What were his feelings, though, he had to mentally ask? Was he truly alright with just naturally shrugging everything off like he typically did with nonchalance or was there truly a need for him to panic already? Hearing the stories of how him and his brothers were quite the handful as little children certainly were not comforting on the mind after all. His skin rose with small goosebumps when feeling the tingly cold gel rest on his small bump as the nurse herself rubbed it in.
As the minutes let on, his mother was stoked to hear the news when wanting to know the gender after seeing how the child was coming along inside of him. All her time being basically the only woman among the house had finally come to an end. That was the assumption anyways based on what the nurse tried to determine.
"But aren't girls just as worse," Brayden stated when buttoning his shirt up in an effort to tease his mother. "Having to deal with their teenage years, the additional sass and of all things, prom?"
Nancy patted his shoulder only after dropping her jaw in shock, though of course it was meant to jest as well as she brought him close to hug him.
"We can focus about that later," she insisted. "This day isn't over with just yet, but we're not telling Pops anything just yet. Let's let that mind of his wander a bit more for a bit before announcing the news."
The nurse commented how he was lucky to just be having one. The captain had arrived earlier to find out he was carrying triplets and someone else was having quads thanks to the infirmary tampering around with fertility products. That gave Brayden a lot to think on when finding himself face to face with Coach McCain. While Brayden smiled with a bit of relief, he was actually nervous to get in front of a camera and actually hear the questions. Some had to contend to NBC anchors. Brayden had to deal with Goodmorning America and so he wondered who was it. Were it some of their popular faces that appeared on the show all the time or some individual who barely got screen time? Either way, he adjusted his bowtie put on his best Southern smile when walking inside, seeing a very familiar male who used to play Football himself.
There were several retakes, naturally. Calvin would occasionally catch a fit, Nancy wanted to go off record every once in a while with random facts she found from the wikipedia or mayo clinic; of course the reporter had to get everything back on track as this was his segment to conduct a report on. Still, he was able to focus back on Brayden when asking "Who do you think or would consider to be at blame here?"
Brayden gave it some thought before answering. No need for him to say something he may regret after all because he didn't think it out all the way. "The clinic. The infirmary is really to blame here, I think. When you have someone who mysteriously gets pregnant from a botched physical, I believe that is grounds to sue for malpractice. You're a professional, after all. These kind of things you're supposed to know how to do. How to tell what is needed and what isn't. Intentional or not, somewhere down the line something has to come into your mind to know and question if something doesn't appear right and to ask someone else for confirmation. Now you've got like, what? One thirty-six?"
He turned to look back at his coach for confirmation on the number, McCain nodding before Brayden looked back. "Yea, close to One-thirty-six students pregnant and that is on nobody else's fault but for the people behind the infirmary itself. I'd love for the people responsible to come clean, but it wouldn't have happened had someone spoke up in the first place."
He exhaled after downing a bottle of water when the interview was concluded. The bright lights around them set to light up the room's ambiance wasn't exactly cold. The male had to wipe sweat from his face a few times. He opened the door to walk out into the clinic's waiting room once more, seeing more football players present now more than earlier on.