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The boy shivered as he tried to push himself off the ice, doing his best to favor the arm still cradling the tablet. He nodded gratefully to the younger girl as she tried to help as well, though he almost dropped the tablet as he felt his feet start slipping from under him again. 

Or...huh? 

[i]"Can you feel your toes?"[/i]

No. No, he couldn't. 

He couldn't feel them at all. 

It was as if they had been replaced by something else, something nonliving. But they had been hurting only a moment ago, he thought. 
So strange. He could still see them, but they didn't move right. It hurt to move them, but otherwise, there might as well have been nothing more than dead weight. 

It was almost the opposite of whatever had happened to his throat. 

As the girl spoke again, he soon found himself snapping back to reality with necessity of a response hanging over him. She had told him to change his shoes...right? He hadn't imagined that. Biting his lip a little, he nodded and tried to stand on his own again. The pain was immediate, if brief. They still wouldn't move right, and it took so much effort to walk, especially without grimacing so obviously. But she was right; if nothing else, he shouldn't be wearing these shoes. That was something he could probably change...if he could just stand up properly.