It had started out with a paper cut.
This may seem like something insubstantial to most people, an annoyance, a brief bit of pain, but with a single drop of blood, it seals up and you go about you're day.
But he remembers every second of that paper cut. How it sliced his index finger in a flash. How he barely avoided cussing, aware of Ran's presence in the next room over. How the blood had beaded ever so carefully on the tip of his finger. How the cut healed itself before the blood could roll off the end of it, splashing down on to the floor in what felt like slow motion.
The end had come so soon after that. He still didn't know why it had happened, still didn't understand. The Black Organization had come for him that night. He only shared one frantic conversation with Haibara that offered any clues. She had told him it was too late for him to sneak out, to go to bed and she would see him in the morning.
But morning had seen him in the back of a van, knife at his throat.
They silt his throat then.
And five minutes later, he jumped out of the pile of scrap metal, wrecked after the driver had freaked at the sight of his bloody, gaping wound stitching itself together.
Three years later and he was still on his own and still the same age to boot. He tripped on the sidewalk
His knee dragged across the concrete.
It stitched itself together again and he kept walking, no sign of the accident other than a smear of blood on the sidewalk behind him.
No more scrapped knees.
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