The kid should've been dead no one could survive those wounds but lo and behold this kid was still breathing. His middle finger was missing along with three of his toes but that wouldn't have been a factor to his death his chest leg and head were covered in lacerations and still the kid could still live and apparently still conscious once they had discussed putting the kid out of his misery. But halfway through the kid had said "stop discussing me like I'm dead" and that had ended that discussion.
I sat next to him "I think you can hear me so blink once if you can hear me". He blinked. "Blink once for yes and twice for no, ok" he blinked once. "Do you know why you're not healing", Blink. "Do you know Morse code" I asked, one blink "can you tell me in Morse code why you're not healing" "actually" I jumped "I'd usually just speak to you, instead I think I'll show you" he said.
I started glowing and light poured from my body. But along with the glowing came the pain. I can describe it as a trillion needles coming from the center of my body, struggling to get outside. It lasted only for about three seconds but those three seconds seemed to last a life time. When it ended I sat up. The guy who wanted to speak in Morse code was sitting there like he'd seen a ghost, a typical reaction for a person who's seen me regenerate.