The Scars That Refuse to Heal

Time to Heal, Or Time to Die
In the small apartment that Shade, Loran and, Myst all shared, a horrid cry rang out...

"OW! That hurts." Shade's voice echoed about.

Loran took a swing with her Shikai released weapon, in the form of a frying pan. "Sit still dear, one left. Honest."

"Yeah, and it's about the size of a log!" Shade was refering to the massive splinter in his shoulder blade, a remnent of his prior bout with Goldeneye.

"Ok, Just remember that your demonic healing won't seal a wound with the cause still inside. You can let me remove it, or else."

"Fine, just get it out."