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Immortal confusion

{As an immortal you have gotten used to your body getting damaged and the pain it causes. Your friends however are still not used to seeing someone get blown to pieces and casually walk it off like nothing happened.}

I entered my house as quietly as I could, hoping and praying that my roommates aren't still awake. I quietly creep into the kitchen and look under the sink for something to attach my severed arm back to the shoulder until it healed. I banged my head on the top of the cabinet when the kitchen light flicked on.

"Ow, fuck, shit!" I cursed as I sat up and rubbed the back of my head. I then sheepishly smiled at one of my roommates standing in the doorway. "Heeeeeyyy, Noot-noot." He gave me an unimpressed glare. "Don't try to distract me with that name, Ernoth." I avoid making eye contact. "What ever do you mean, old friend of mine?" His glare hardened, voice getting a warning tone. "Ern.....tell me what happened."

I smiled broadly at him. "Nothing! Nothing happened!" "HALF YOUR SKULL IS CAVED IN!! HOW IS THAT 'NOTHING'!?" My voice went sheepishly quiet. "Yeah, my skull." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You won't tell me? Fine. I'll go wake up everyone." "No, wai-!" I was too late since he was already gone from the doorway. I stared at the now empty space. "Well, fuck." I sighed and grabbed what I was originally looking for and went ahead to grab the med-kit.

It's a waste of the supplies but it'll make everyone feel better. I grab everything, including my severed arm, and stand up. I took a second to rebalance my weight because of one of my feet being absolutely mangled and unable to move out of the odd angle it's in. I then took a breath and limped my way out of the kitchen.

Making one last attempt to sneak into my room, I freeze at the sound of a throat being cleared behind me. I then sigh and my shoulders drop in defeat. I spin around and trudge into the living room. My four roommates spread around the room. Three froze at the state my body is in while the fourth glared at me until I sat down and put down the supplies I gathered.

Sighing again I break the silence. "Go ahead." One took that as permission to walk over and hesitantly start trying to fix me up as best they could, two immediately start asking questions, and the last keeps his cold glare on me to keep me from leaving. I zone back into the rambling at one question.

"Dude, how are you not in excruciating pain? Let alone still alive." I blink at him, still after all these years not understanding why they are always so shocked at my pain tolerance and ability to move with the majority of my body in pieces. "What..." I eventually ask, "do you mean?" All four then stared at me like I grew a second head. Which, has happened to me at one point. Wouldn't recommend, too noisy.

"Bro," The other rambling roommate replied, "Half your skull is caved in, one arm is completely torn from its socket, one foot is mangled beyond recognition, there is a giant hole in your upper chest, a good chunk of your side and ribs is just....gone, and you ask what he meant?!" I was quiet for a bit, blinking in genuine confusion. "Well, yeah. This isn't all that bad compared to other scuffles I get into." It was the other three's turn to blink, this time in shock.

"What? Why are you all looking at me like that?" When I don't get a response I turn to the glaring one. "Noogroz, tell them. This isn't as bad as Ilrinal has done." The three whip their heads to look at him. "You knew about this, Noot?" He just replied to me, ignoring the other three's reaction. "You have to remember that they're not like us, Ern. They're completely mortal. They can't weather what we can." "I guess so...." I reply, zoning out into thought as our other three roommates gawk at us.