This will be a signifigant turning point in this story that is all.
Jonathan was desperate, that was the only reason he was accepting her help, that was what Fornarina thought was the case and that was probobly close to the truth.
As they made their way toward's Scarecrow's chambers, Fornarina saw blood dripping from Scarecrow to the stairs, she felt so bad for finding it funny the first time.
"The medical supplies are in the cabinet above the sink." Jonathan said wearily as he removed his costume and lay down on his stomach on his bed.
Fornarina fetched all the nessacarry supplies, bandages, iodine, tweezer to pull out the thorns.
Jonathan's rear end was an unspeakable bloody mess, Fornarina winced a bit as she prepared the iodine.
Not knowing where to start she poured the whole bottle on Jonathan's rump Jonathan hissed with pain.
"Sorry!" Fornarina squeaked "I thought this was the iodine that didn't burn and sting!"
"No such thing..." Jonathan hissed as he tried not to let his extreme pain show.
Fornarina began the long tedious process of pulling out thorns one by one. As she did this Jonathan rested his chin on his folded hands and tried not to think about this painful-in more ways then one- situation, He thought about Dageert and Milo...Why try to build bodygaurds out of animals Moreau-style? Machines would be more dependable then Animals for even domesticated animals can turn on their masters and of all animals why a Goat? Were the exotic animal dealers low on predators for some reason?
As Fornarina dutifully pulled every thorn one by one, she thought about the Scarecrow...He was the one who captured her and she knew he would have held her for ransom or experimented on her if Mad Hatter and Riddler hadn't become convinced otherwise, the Mad Hatter and the Riddler were reasonable but she knew if he could Scarecrow wouldn't hesitate to subject her to his nearest fear toxin.
Next came the banadaging as Fornarina slowly bandaged Jonathan's rump she felt something she prodded near the base of Jonathan's spine and Jonathan let out a yelp
"Sorry!" Fornarian squeaked again "But I think your coxyx is broken."
"Are you sure?" Jonathan asked
"I think so." Fornarina said "And I don't have enough training to heal a broken tail bone and even if I did I don't have the proper equipment to do it."
Jonathan sighed judging by the feeling he got when she merely prodded it most likely the case his tailbone was broken, He looked at the Mutant Goat, regarding him fearfully, noramally he would be pleased, but at this moment, Jonathan thought back to a Girl he knew named Molly Randall who was his student the one time he really tried to go straight and return to the simple life of academy, This Animal was smart, she treated and banadaged his wounds with the few supplies they had to the best of her ability and she was able to determene by a mere touch that his coxcyx was broken...
Scarecrow thought to himself 'I suppose it's not impossible for an Animal to become as intelligent as a man, she reminds me so much of Molly Randall, it's really not her fault she was born an animal just as it's not my fault I was born out of wedlock.'
Scarecrow took a deep breath and sighed "I don't doubt my coxyx has been injured, I'll...have to mull it over and think about what to do next but for tonight your treament was sufficiant, you have my Thanks...Fornarina."
Fornarina was floored, was this the first time Scarecrow had called her by her name
Jonathan turned off the lamp on the desk by his bed "You are free to go Fornarina I'm going to turn in for the night."
As quietly as she could with her hooves, Fornarina exited his chambers once she was down the stairs and on her cusion she said
"Sweet Dreams...Scarecrow."
If we could read the minds of animals we would find only truths
Anthony Douglas Willaims