a tiny fountain of gore
I was about 15, on the bus home from school, in a short-sleeve shirt. Another kid was jabbing other kids with a pin, and he stuck it in the middle of my forearm, probably hitting an artery. A needle-thin stream of blood shot out of my arm, all the way to the roof of the bus.

It didn't hurt at all, and I was too fascinated by this to be upset, but I naturally clamped my hand down, putting pressure on the hole. When I removed my hand, a minute later, I couldn't find the hole at all. It had healed completely.

Did I twat the other kid upside the chin, or turn him in to a human pincushion? Nah, it was actually a cool thing to brag about later.
( bnt what, me worry?, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 19:49, 3 replies)

Wow
Fully healed in a minute? Or just a tiny scar in a minute?

Either way though, sounds like you have the powers of the HULK!!11!!!RAWWWRSMASH"!!"131! because of feeling no pain and healing yourself.
(Eo1spy is reversing the polarity on, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 22:50, closed)

Have you considered
an adamantium coating on your skeleton, and possibly some niftly claws?
(wellgroomedwookiee is a filthy-minded hobgoblin, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 15:33, closed)

couldn't find the hole!
I'm speculating that he hit a freckle, or summat.
( bnt what, me worry?, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 16:02, closed)