You decide to go see your doctor...he's seen quite a few weird things in his lifetime as a family doctor, so maybe he'll have some idea of what's going on with you.
You hurry out, wrapping your hands in a shawl off one of your shelves so no one can see. You don't want the stares or the questions. Not when you don't have any answers.
But in your hurry, you forget one thing...the thing you bounce off of as you exit the door. Kevin Conners, the loveliest guy you know. His shaggy black hair is in his eyes again...his hawk sharp, pale, pale blue eyes. He's not built like a tank, but he's strong enough not to flinch when you walk into him.
You forgot you had a breakfast date with him. He's come to pick you up so you don't walk the nine blocks to the restaurant he wanted to take you to.
"Get your stuff, dearheart! Grab your bags, let's get on the road before the masses pour in!" He says...he's always been loud like this, but now his voice is pounding into your frightened brain. He almost runs over your fear, over the expression on your face, in his overanxious enthusiasm for courting you.
But then he catches himself, almost folding over like someone had struck him with a metal rod, and looks into your eyes.
"Are you alright? Is something wrong?"
"I...I need to walk down to the doctor." You say.
"Why?" He asks.
You hesitate, then unwrap your hands. You show him your strange, scaly hands
What does he do?