The next morning, Chase is in the lobby when you go down for the complimentary breakfast. He’s standing in the middle of the lobby looking uncomfortable and scanning the crowd. Apparently he’s waiting on you because he waves and gives you a nervous smile as he trots over to you. “I wanted to check on you this morning, and…uh, give you a warning.”
You smile as best you can back. “I’m ok, though I’m not sure if I should look forward to getting this cast off or not.” you say. You hold up your casted arm so he can see your fingers. The nails have spread out and covered more of what used to be your fingers. Used to be because, though they’re still distinguishable for what they were, they’ve fused together and are now essentially a mitten. Even your thumb, physically separated over on the side, looks shorter and stubbier. The skin on all of them has also changed, turning a dark, dull brown.
Chase grimaces at the sight, “I’d hoped I was some freaky fluke. And, uh, more bad news. It’s spreading.” He references downward and you look and notices the caramel-colored donkey tail with a dark brown tassel sticking out one of his shorts legs. Moving up, your eyes notice a bulge in the front of the shorts that can’t be human. He then lifts the bottom of his shirt a little and reveals caramel and white fur ending between his waist and bellybutton.
“Shit!” you breath out as your situation just got that much worse.
He laughs, “That’s what I said.”
You invite him to get breakfast with you, but he has to get back to Jonathan. He left him sleeping and doesn’t know if he’ll be able to get up alone. Before he goes, you make sure you both know what time to be at the clinic to get the casts off.