(thinking) Throat scarring. . . Okay, somebody buried me because they thought I was dead.
Those abnormal blood nannies the Doc was telling me about must have done some serious regeneration.
(thinking) But I feel great. There's no pain, and that means there was no tissue death.
Either that or I'm hopped up on endorphins and nanochemistry.
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Sometimes it hurts to be right.