Jason rolled up his pant leg, but halfway through the motion, he suddenly froze.
"What's wrong?" Isaac asked, giving him a light pat on the shoulder.
"N-nothing…"
Jason snapped back to himself and continued pulling the fabric upward.
The moment the wound came into view, he went completely blank. It looked nothing like he remembered.
The once grotesque, festering injury was now covered by a neat, thin layer of scab. Most of the dense blisters had disappeared. The skin that had originally been swollen purple and black had faded into a dark pink, and fresh new flesh was already growing along the edges.
He cautiously touched it, and it didn't hurt.
In fact, it itched slightly, the kind of itch that only came when a wound was healing.
"This…" Jason's eyes widened. He crouched down and stared at the injury over and over, as though afraid he was hallucinating.
What the hell was going on? He wasn't seeing things, right? How had it recovered this fast?!
