Thomas was quiet for a moment then reaching down and pulling off his shirt slowly. Setting it down, he showed his arms, turning them around, and turning a full circle before her shirtless. The kinds of stupid little stunts he had pulled, the kinds of cuts and bruises he had received, a man should be riddled with scars. Instead, his skin was pristine, without as much as a simple rash.<br/><br/><strong>"My records show no doubt when I was injured and how. There is no physical evidence on me however, like all those pictures were just part of one big lie."</strong>He turned to look at her intensely.<strong>"There should be some of the times and changes noticed in the medical reports there."</strong>He shook his head, turning away from her, walking a bit away, still shirtless.<br/><br/>Indeed, he had been burned by accident and yet the scars that should have been permanent had left his body, and whats more, he had healed in not even half, but a quarter of the time it should have taken, from the other scratches and scrapes.<br/><br/><strong>"However, before you begin to think I've got some miracle cure, Panacea, in my blood, I'll tell you this. The doctors did their tests and found absolutely nothing that could explain it. They claim I am depressed and mutilating myself, a danger to myself."</strong>He snorted.<strong>"If I'm depressed, I'm locked up here far away from girls, music, games, even books!"</strong>Thomas took a deep breath and sighed. Staring at her seriously, he wondered about what she was thinking about him. Well, he was already in an asylum anyway.<strong>"Can you arrange for books at least, or music?"</strong>He looked at her, keeping a watchful eye on her.<br/><br/>In his walking around though, he had paid close attention to the doorway and his distance between her, him, and the door. His mind was still focused on his stomach at the time though, to make it strong, and to raise his immune system up against any attempts there might be in his body to act up. He scolded himself for being paranoid, but something told him it was best to remain a little paranoid still.