( having to get rid of splinters is not going to be fun for him, stefan. ow. he grips the piece of wood and pulls it out of his thigh. that hurts. injuries don't heal as well as they usually do in this town and-- ) Hold up. ( time for a mini break. he tugs at stefan's shirt, pulling it up before he points at his bleeding gut. ) Look at that, Fabio. It's not healing as fast as usual, is it? ( it's this crazy ass town. it took away some stuff. like his compulsion, his ability to heal quickly and who knows what else. so much to tell his brother, but first -- he'll just punch him in the face for being an ass. ) I've a limited amount of John Varvatos thingies here, you idiot. ( now his thousand dollar jeans is ruined. ugh. )