Nat decided he needed to get to a hospital.
Nat doubted he had the ability to work his cellphone with his new strange and unsteady fingers. He had no choice but to make the trek himself. He couldn't afford to be seen like this, however, nearly naked and still changing. He went to grab a heavy coat he'd kept in the closet, normally something he'd be buried in with his much smaller former human form. He fumbled to the closest, ripping off the hinged door as he grabbed for it, pulling down the entire coat bar in the process. He found the heavy jacket in the pile on the floor and picked it up, desperate to cover himself before venturing out into the world.
Nat tried first to shove his thick muscled arm into the small sleeve hole. He was quickly stuck, waving his arm up and down as he tried in vain to get it out again. He attempted once more, carefully shoving in the beefy gray mass, painfully aware of the rips and tears as he forced the much larger appendage into the far too small sleeve hole.
Okay....one down, he thought.
Nat tried carefully to maneuver his arm into the opposite sleeve, the tiny jacket riding comically up his around his shoulders. It was clear that the very human garment would barely cover his bugling pecks, but what choice did he have? He felt his arm touch the inside of the sleeve, and moved to squeeze his gray flesh gently into it … only to have the entire jacket tear down the middle from the force of his exertion.
Nat sighed, exasperated, as he looked at the now separate pieces of his former jacket on the floor.
That is the largest thing I own, he thought. How am I going to go outside like this?