gpt
Subaru:  “—! !” Waking up screaming was an experience that was bad for the heart. Subaru, thrusting off the sheets as he woke, breathed raggedly as he absorbed the shock.
human
Subaru:  “L-left hand… It’s here; it’s here, isn’t it?” He stretched his left hand into thin air as if grasping for something with it. His severed, blown-off left side was intact. Clutching his right arm to confirm it, too, was there, the sense of loss Subaru absorbed for a while made him shake and feel sick to his stomach. Subaru felt like his heart was wrenching as he looked at his restored left hand. Of course, there were no scars, either, not from being blown off, not from the dog biting the back of his hand.
gpt
Subaru:  “I’ve gone back again…” The vanishing scars meant that Subaru had lost his bout against fate. He’d gone back in time. Perhaps one could instead say that he’d been given another chance for a rematch. At any rate, he had to confirm the time—and as he arrived at that thought…
human
Subaru:  “Ah, sorry. Good morning.” Subaru finally realized that the twins were clutching each other in a corner of the room as they watched him.