Nicky’s breathing evened out more and more the longer the healing went on. Broken bones were mended, bruised faded and cuts healed over. Of course he would still have scars from several of them, but it was better than staying with them open. His breathing became slow and even, and got softer and softer, until it stopped as Jax pulled his hands away.<br/><br/>A moment passed. Then another. And when it seemed like Jax had truiy been too lote to save him, Nicky gasped and opened his eyes, looking around frantically, seeing a shadowed figure close to him and screaming. Of course his first thought was that the figure was a demon, coming to take him back to the prison and torture him more. He bolted upright and scrambled back, not even really noticing at first that he was not hurting anymore.<br/><br/>Of course it was a lot harder to replace blood than it was to just heal flesh wounds, and with Nicky still suffering from blood loss, the sudden movement upright and the blood flowing down from his brain caused him to pass out again, falling back onto the roof with a dull thud.