He undid his pants and pulled them down, then hopped up on the table. Dodge had been in the clinic more than once for prickly heat. He didn't do well with the heat and the humidity.

But this was different. It wasn't on his junk exactly, more like the seam of his thigh. It hurt and he couldn't exactly see what was going on so he didn't have any idea how bad the sore was. He just figured it was the heat again, he had no idea it could be something worse.

"Is it bad?" he asked, sounding young and afraid. Bad wasn't the word for it. It wasn't big but that was about the best that could be said about the nasty sore.