"Oh god, yes." Johnny laughed some. "I feel like I need to stretch out. Move."
He didn't want to ask how long it had been. He didn't want to know the answer right now. If he did, then he'd know the truth about what went down, and right now, just knowing that he'd been shot in the heart and survived it was enough. More than enough. He didn't want to be able to gauge how long it might take him to heal other things. Not now.
It was something that could possibly come in handy in the future.
His legs kind of felt like jelly, and he doubted for a moment that he could even use them to stand on, but as soon as he tucked his heels under his butt and the muscles flexed, he knew that it would be just like if he'd slept an extra long time. It shot a chill through him.