To worried about her other options she grabbed the mime gloves and looked closer. They were plain white with red dots on the tips of the fingers.
She took a deep breath resigning herself to this fate, it would at least save her hands so she could function relatively normally. He main hurdle was trying to look as human as she could hooves would be hard to hide.
She strained to open her hand again, it didn’t want to open it wanted to stay in a hoof shape. Finally getting her hand open she tried to slide the glove down her hand. It was a bit tight and it was a slow process but she was able to pull the gloves on so her fingernails were poking weirdly to the end of the glove making it hard to get the rest of her hand into the glove. Another sigh as she was about to admit defeat when Ms. Murphy spoke through the curtain.
“Excuse me Jen, I have to step out of the office for a bit, just relax and try to get some rest. I will be back in 10 minutes.”
When Jen heard Ms. Murphy talk to her she instinctually hid her hands and her ears turned toward the nurse. “S-Sure Ms. M I- I’m just going to rest up here see you when you get back.” She replied unsure.
Hearing Ms. Murphy’s heels click off down the hallway an idea popped into Jens head. She might just be able to get this glove all the way on.
Opening the curtain Jen peeked out to make sure the coast was clear then she walked over to the desk looking for scissors.
Spotting the par in the penholder she reached for them with her ungloved hand fumbling around with the pair as she tried to carry them back to her hiding spot.
Once back she uncoordinatedly tried to cut slits in the gloves to poke her names through.
To Jen this was now akin to heart surgery, her hands didn’t work right and she could mess up the glove causing who knows what kind of complications.
Breathing a sigh of relief when she finished cutting slits right above the gloves she bit the bottom of the glove and began finagling her nails through the makeshift holes in the glove.
“One down one to go.” Jen said quietly to herself as she looked at the other glove.
Another couple minutes wrestling with the glove and a few close calls with the sissors and the other glove was on. Now she could only hope that the gloves fixed her hands…only time would tell right now.
Jen settled back onto her cot and closed her eyes rubbing her temples with her hand, and slowly making her way to the horn on her head.
She could feel that it was firmly attached and she could also feel her touch through the horn. It was such a surreal experience touching her horn… it felt kind of good. She began tracing the spiral from the top to the bottom and back again. A pleasant feeling formed in the base of the horn leading to her brain. It was almost calming but there was more.
Crash, Jen sat upright. She was not alone in the room. She didn’t know who was there or did she hear them enter but right now she could hear a something going on outside the curtain…