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It worked. My blood really does heal. I'm not useless. I can do something. It's not as quick as magic, but it helps. It probably wasn't the best idea to try it on Shirley, especially since... if that hadn't worked, who knows what would have happened.
Finally, I can do more than just heal my own wounds. And maybe if anyone gets killed, I... can do something. I can help them.
I just hope this place is short on mad scientists.
No murders, no giant turtles... today seems like a good day. Assuming I didn't just jinx it.
Between that and the dream stuff, this month went by really quickly. Time for month... nineteen or something. Or was it eighteen? I'm beginning to forget when I got here.