Jack set down the first vial and retrieved another.
The second cut went deeper into the muscle, penetrating past the initial layers of skin into the tissue beneath.
This time, when the healing began, Jack felt it more intensely.
The cells rebuilding themselves from smallest to largest, blood vessels reforming with precision, the entire wound closing from inside out in a cascade of regenerative force.
The sensation was strange and intimate, like watching his own body function at a level usually hidden from consciousness, having access to the secret machinery that kept him alive.
He filled the vial methodically, watching the blood accumulate, watching the light glow brighter as more of Sarin's essence mixed with the crimson tide.
The third cut was deeper. Jack cut across the width of his wrist, creating a wound that took longer to stop bleeding.
