[u][i]Vitanza family gym, 12:00 AM[/i][/u]

[color=8dc73f]"Whew, what a workout."[/color] Lance sat down in the middle of the gym, which had been absolutely destroyed around him, dumbbells thrown through walls, exercise padding torn to bits, paint peeling off of the walls. Due to his healing factor, Lance could work out for hours and gain results instantly, every session improved his weight in muscle by at least a pound, and he could afford to try new things that normal humans could not, he'd impaled himself accidentally more times than he could count.

Breathing deeply, Lance clenched his fist tightly, then began to cough, he coughed again and again, until it eventually devolved into a wheeze. Then it stopped. Lance stood up slowly, frowning, and hiccuped. His lungs had been hurt sometime during the training, every time he had to regenerate them he suffocated. He held his heart as a wave of pain shot through his ribs, he clenched his teeth so hard he accidentally bit his tongue off, it grew back an instant later, but the pain in his chest didn't stop, his eyes bulged, it was the worst pain.

Cancer? No, it would have been seen then, Heart attack? Not as common as he got them, Virus? No known virus had these symptoms. He was dying, with no way to stop it. The pain subsided, but Lance's eyes remained bloodshot, in a pure rage, he slammed his fist into a nearby wall, it cracked under his fist, as did his knuckles, but they healed, as usual. Lance hated not being able to stop something, all his life he had been in control, but now, he was dying, and there was nothing he could do about it.

[h1][i]He was dying, with no way to save himself,
He was dying, with no cure in sight,
He was dying....


[b]Dying...[/b][/i][/h1]