Jon frowned. Karyn was being awfully casual about this. But, to her, it was normal for the reality he'd accidentally wished on them. He wondered what happened to Biff. He hated him, but that didn't mean he wanted him hurt.
Biff, was as fine as a person could be in his condition. His hair had gone from totally gone to down to his shoulders in only a matter of hours and seemed to be continuing to grow. He was still too weak to get out of bed, and his throat hurt too much to talk. The doctor had brought him a pad and paper, and some ice cream.
"It is what they give children when their tonsils are taken out,' he said. And it did sooth the irritation as it slid down. Biff tried to write a response, but was having trouble. "You might find a temporary loss of coordination. We told your body's software to rewrite its hardware, assisted with some minor surgery. That is bound to have some effects."
Biff nodded. He'd felt oddly passive. Maybe it was that the Doctor and nurse assigned to him were nice, or maybe it was whatever they had put in his IV.
"When you get a bit stronger, we'll be putting you into a temporary classroom downstairs. It looks just like one of the ones at your school, and we want you to learn to get comfortable with your new lifestyle before you return for real. We only have your best interests at heart."
Biff released the bowl, suddenly too tired to continue eating, and closed his eyes.
