"I'll get the first aid kit." You go rushing off to find it. "Wait!! The hospital?" You give him a look. "Jack... I don't think these are costumes anymore..." He gives a wide eyed expression. "You mean..." You sigh. "This is us... It's all real..." Jack buried his face into his pawed hands. "Aw crap!" You think for a bit then get an idea. "An old friend of mine... He'll help." You called him then got to work carefully stopping the blood and cleaning the fur around the wound. You used some peroxide just so he wouldn't get infected.
As you and Jack stayed inside treating his wound, the old friend drove up to your home from Seattle in a 1966 Volkswagen Beetle. He knocked on the door. Jack hid under the covers. You cautiously opened the door. John Grant stood there in his regular clothing, a jacket and some slacks with a t shirt. As with most people from Seattle he had torn grungy looking clothing. He gave you the eye. "I came here in Matt's car all the way from Seattle just do you could tell me you're a furry?!" You growl. "No John, this stuff is serious..."
John took a look at both of you. "Yeah, it looks real." He looked at Jack and his patched up wound. "Hmm..." He then looked at Jack's muzzle. "Open it." Jack did. John looked inside. "Holy Detroit... Yeah... This is real... There's saliva and flesh in that muzzle. It's all legit..." Jack closed his mouth whimpering. "Okay, now answer me, how did this happen?!"