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It wasn't over, he knew, eyes closed against the changes that had just taken place. No, a light tingling in both feet told him that much. It was worse than he thought, then... He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and manuvered around to sit normally once more, though he leaned forward slightly to keep the weight off the base of his tail. The rest of the now much longer apendage spilled around his side and hung off the edge, the tip making contact with her leg and, out of instinct, twining around her ankle.

He opened his mouth to speak, hesitated, and fell silent as he felt an unmistakable ripple of pain from both legs. As one they began to change, though the process proved much more rapid in one than the other. The changes in his right foot were visable: his toes, or the area that was once them, rolled back and vanished into his foot, leaning only a slightly more forward protrusion in place of his big toe. His foot shortened, lost most of its definition, but was still vaguely recognizable as a foot. The process was a slow one, lasting a span nearly twenty minutes, most of which had Thom tensed up and gripping the mattress beneath him for dear life. And then it stopped, and the pain leveled out, leaving him sore, but not unbearably so.

The other leg, on the other hand.. The changes were slow. Terribly slow, visible only a strange ripples or contortions for the most part. If one checked back every half hour or so, there would be more visible changes, but at present it was primarily strange twitches and ripples beneath the skin, all of which brought a particularly terrible pain to the cobra man. However, with the rest of his changes complete, left with only the one leg twitching and spasming as it underwent its own transformation, he was able to focus on Natsumi, clearing his throat before trying once more to speak. "Some k-kind of...p-pain killer, may'aps..?"

While she was gone, Thom inspected his changes as best he could, avoiding the still twitching leg but letting his hands move over the rest of his altered form, paying special attention to the strange formations at his neck and the alterations to his right leg.

The neck was nothing to take notice of, really... Odd growths that may hold a clue to his exact species, but otherwise didn't seem to have a purpose. His leg... His leg was still whole, still good, there were just a few alterations to his foot. Presuming the other wound up this way, why... He would be able to walk. He would be able to walk!

Despite the furious pain in his left leg, he was grinning by the time Natsumi returned. He accepted the glass of water and medicine with a word of thanks, popping a few of the pills into his mouth and downing half the glass before he returned his attention towards the girl. If these took the pain from his still-changing leg, too, he'd be fine for a while... They could always go watch the games. He was too sore to do much else...though he was very hungry. "So... all in all... 'ow's it look?"

It could be worse... He couldn't quite decide if that was a good thing or bad. He already knew it could be worse. His legs were still in tact, after all, even if one was too busy spasming and twinging to listen to him. But how did he look? When she jerked away, he blinked, returning his attention to her and quirking a brow. "Hmm? Oh, 'elp y'self." It couldn't hurt anything.

It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, having someone touch the half-hood. Indeed, it was almost calming, and thus most welcome in counteracting the unnerving pain in his twitching leg. He remained silent, rather enjoying the light touch, but jumped slightly when she snatched her hands back, the quick movement startling him into a hiss of disapproval, lip curling to bare fangs that hadn't yet arrived.

Almost immediately he caught himself, giving her an apologetic look as he shook his head. "I think I'm all right now..." He hesitated, glancing down to his left leg. There were some changes... Nothing serious. It was just taking a long time. "I want to look in th' mirror," he finally announced, sliding over to the edge of the bed. Walking would be painful, sore as he was. But he wanted to see.

He slowly slipped off the bed, placing his weight first on the right foot, then on the still-twitching left. The right was sore, but held well enough; the left...the pain was intense, rocketing up his leg and spine. Immediately he lifted the visibly spasming leg, closing his eyes and hissing through his teeth rather than shout or curse as he would much rather behave. Once the shock passed, he accepted Natsumi's arm and, with her help, made his way to the bathroom, holding his left leg slightly off the ground.

He flipped on the light to find himself framed in the mirror and froze, stunned. A moment passed before he realized he was holding his breath and exhaled, releasing Natsumi's arm and stumbling forward to brace himself against the sink, eyeing his reflection critically in the mirror. He looked...very different. But he was still there. He was still recognizable, even if his nose had changed a bit and his goatee...was gone?! Thom frowned, eyeing the bare chin, but decided the strange black scales along his cheeks made up for it. His eyes were gold now... And the hood.

Still frowning faintly, he lifted a hand to again inspect the formation on the back of his neck, noting absently that the hair that had previously been there was gone. And his ears--his ears were gone? How was he hearing if his ears were gone?! He spent a good number of minutes inspecting his altered appearance, and it was only when he caught a glimpse of Natsumi in the mirror that he remembered her, glancing back over his shoulder at the girl. "...Could be worse," he replied, cracking a grin once more.

He accepted the offer, taking her arm and hobbling back to sit on the bed once more. Thom was silent for a long moment then laid back, wincing at the pain in his leg and shifting to lay on his side. Between his twitching leg and his sore tail, this was easiest. "I think I'm just goin' t' rest for a bit... See if I can sleep through th' leg thing, shouldn't 'urt as badly when I wake up." He paused briefly, watching her thoughtfully, and finally yawned, murmuring, "Stay?"

To be perfectly honest, the change terrified him. His new appearance terrified him. The prospect of more nightmares terrified him. For the present, Thom was reduced back to a six year old who had bumped his knee and just wanted someone there telling him it would be alright. He trusted Natsumi. He had protected her. Maybe she would protect him for a day.

He merely smiled in thanks, saving his words for later, and closed his eyes. Sleep was slow in coming due to the pain from his leg, but eventually it did draw him in. He dozed off, leg continuing to twitch spasmodically while he rested...slowly hardening and shrinking with the passage of time.