Set after the first episode of series 4, Jack's thoughts on being mortal, enjoy :)
Jack's POV
What is this that I see? Wounds, it cannot be. They never last longer than a matter of minutes, yet they still present themselves deep in my limbs. Why can I not be healed? It's as if I am being prevented life... I can't die, not yet, even if I have overstayed my welcome on this planet. Through the many years I have lived here, it seems only a matter of minutes.
It's a bit of a mystery really, that I am immortal. Or was... Blood seeping through my shirt as if I am one of them, have I... changed? With the rest of the world surviving, it is as if the lack of death has altered my survival. How? I do not know. Ever since I was given the gift of infinite life, I have taken more risks and suffered tenfold. Who will take the damage for me now?