[b]Yeah, it hurt like every layer of hell combined. I bit down hard on my dog tag chain, I almost cracked one of my teeth. Felt like someone was rubbing salt in the wound, really. Through all the pain, however, my flesh began to mend. Muscles connecting, my lung repairing. I let go all of my chomp on the chain, and chugged one of the bottles. It sped up the process. The powder made me feel dizzy, but that was better than being dead. I look back up at Irina.[/b] "Thanks. Means a lot." [b]I got up, and slid my helmet back on.[/b] "Now, I've got a proposition for you, if you're willing to listen."