Chase wheels Jonathan out of the clinic with a huge smile of revenge on his face. Jonathan just glared at everything.
“My offer to hang with us still stands.” Chase says, “Though I don’t think grumpy here is going to be good company.”
“The casts made you a freak and you had them put one on me. I have a right to be angry!” Jonathan retorts.
Chase leans around so Jonathan can see him, ”And now you have an infinitive to help me fix this.”
Jonathan scowled but kept quiet. The three of you walk around debating your options. The beach isn’t an option with your casts. You’re not particularly interested in the roller coaster and Jonathan thinks getting in the car would be more of a pain than it’s worth. The funhouse looks fun, but not very accessible for Jonathan with his current lack of mobility. In the end, you end up walking around more than anything else until your stomachs rumble and you find a bar you can get something to eat at.
Though the bar is loud and rowdy, your table is not. It’s a long, quiet, tense, and nervous meal. To make matters worse, you’re acutely aware of what may await you when you get the cast off tomorrow every time you bump it or automatically try and use your left arm or catch a glimpse of Chase’s inhuman legs.
After you eat, Chase and Jonathan discuss nighttime plans. You excuse yourself, with the whole thing with the casts and Chase’s legs, just want to go back to your hotel room. With promises to meet again tomorrow at the clinic when you and Jonathan get your casts off, you leave them.
Back in your room, before you go to sleep, you notice something. Your hand in the cast, or more specifically the fingers. Their nails. Your fingernails are dark, nearly black and the same color as Chase’s hooves. Feeling them, you think they’re thicker and harder too, but you try not to focus too much on it because you know you won’t get any sleep otherwise.