[ WP ] Write a story about a person with a superpower that has a consequence/limitation more interesting than said power .

He was dying. There was no doubt about that as the mortal wound that had previously gushed blood now oozed languidly from his abdomen. His face, once reddened from screaming now chalky white and fixed. His breath still came, but in short gasps, as though he reminded himself to breathe every thirty seconds or so. 
 
 Wren ’ s hands shook over him as she crouched, glassy-eyed in the rain above him. “ No, no no. ” She muttered, voice thick with unshed tears. As she touched his face, the man ’ s eyes drew to her, a questioning expression crossing his young features. He knew her, he was sure, but his straying mind could not call up how. 
 
 Wren attempted to smile at him, but her lips turned up in a pained grimace and the man almost laughed. He remembered then, her name and who she was, and suddenly, with strength he did not know remained, pushed her from him. 
 “ Go! ” He attempted to shout, earning him searing pain and a fit of coughing. Tears now ran freely down her face as she shook her head slowly, then more violently. 
 
 “ No. ” She whispered, her voice soft and high. He had always been captivated by the melodic ringing of her voice that lasted longer than she spoke. He grew angry now, and cursed her, lifting his arms, sodden with blood to push her away, which he knew, would do no good. He began to cry with his remaining strength. 
 
 “ Please. ” He cried brokenly. 
 
 Wren rolled up her sleeves, and lay her hands on his torn open abdomen, eyes closed, face paling. His wound painfully began to stitch itself, closing so slowly and agonizingly. His face regained color, as hers lost it. Her shirt, already rain-soaked, began to seep a wine colored liquid. When he finally had the strength to push her away, her breaths came in short rasps, her eyes gazed at a point beyond him. 

