<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Gil_zps134f8320.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:  Abe Casey/ O'Malley, 'Aristocats'<br/><strong>Location</strong>: gym<br/><strong>Doing</strong>: checking in<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Phil, Athon, OPEN<br/><br/>Thoroughly poke, prodded and embarrassed, Abe wandered back to the gym with Sally's warnings still ringing in his ears. Not to exert himself and go see a proper MD as soon as possible. First, he had to check in with friends and teammates and a very demanding coach.<br/><br/>There was a decent crowd gathering in the gym. If this kept up, numbers might rival the football club! Coach Phil was always adamant about the entire club attending unless one had a damn good excuse. That was everyone from the receptionist to the star quarterback.<br/><br/>Spotting Athon, he walked over to clap the smaller man on the shoulder and smile wearily. "Good luck, man."<br/><br/>Then he had to face his volatile coach, padded over to quietly stand next to Phil, who just looked at him levelly. "You okay, son?" Phil asked gently. Understanding that something serious had happened and his fullback hadn't been fucking around. Relieved at the unexpectedly gentle treatment, Abe shrugged.<br/><br/>"I'm not really sure, coach."