"At least one hit point" hardly sounded reassuring. L panicked when he was down to one sugar cube, after all. But there wasn't much time to rest, they still had to get down to the lobby, and they still had to deal with Light.

In answer, he held out the undersides of his arms. Both of the long, diagonal lines met at his wrists, forming a "V" shape when his arms were held together. It was ugly, but it was, for all intents and purposes, healed.