Well, Peter didn't know he had copied Claire's ability before falling to his death. One of them, rather. He was so used to dieing now. Well, not entirely. It didn't surprise him he died anymore. But, each time still hurt and the adrenaline rushed up through his body. Unless he broke his neck. If he hadn't of died from the cracked skull he was defiantly dead from the broken neck. What a lucky pair.

Once Claire had straightened him up, everything began to heal just as she thought it would. The bones in his neck made a sickening crack and Peter felt everything start back up. The air in his lungs, his bones aching from being broken, his head throbbing from the wound that was now gone. He gasped for breath then coughed, feeling his back crack back into the places it should of been.

He shut his eyes tight again and let out another cough followed by a groan. God, it hurt like such a bitch.