Oh great. Yet another fucking bullet wound. You know being chased around the town I grew up in isn’t nice and easy. Especially when i’m constantly being shot like this. What do they think? that it doesn’t hurt? I mean yeah sure I can heal in an instant but come on it passed right through my stomach! I won’t be able to patch this up myself.

“Do you need help? I can clean your wound” my brother says as if he can read my thoughts.

“oh uh.. yeah if you wouldn’t mind.”

“You do know that you were speaking out loud right?”

“Oh what. Dammit. sorry”