“Tax-i!” he yells. He was in his human form, good thing, considering it’s hard to get a taxi when you’re a hedgehog thing. He hopped inside the yellow vehicle when it pulled up.
“Hospital.” He was in no rush. My kind have spectacular immune systems.
“Your lady friend here have a problem?” asked the driver.
“She has foot problems. Just go!” Nosy person. We get to the hospital and go in, wait for an hour, and then get someone to work on my feet.