It was a long while after Law finished his work that the drugs keeping him under let off enough for Fayt to wake up. And if someone asked, Fayt certainly could say he'd felt better-- his head felt like it was filled with rocks and his entire body felt heavy and had that odd, distantly dull ache feeling of heavy painkillers just starting to wear off. For however long he was asleep, he still felt far too groggy, and it almost felt like there were the beginnings of a fever settling in.

He felt like crap, to put it bluntly. His torso felt stiff from bandages, and he seemed to have fallen asleep on his front... An attempt to try to roll over sent a powerful shot of pain through his body, and it's more than enough to convince him that laying still is the better idea in spite of the lack of visual clues he can gather like this, staring blankly at what must be a hospital wall.

"What.... the hell....?" His voice comes out more of a hoarse whisper than anything. So speaking was painful, too. He was sick, then.

He tries to remember how he got here, piecing together the things he last remembered. Albel was being difficult... and... a spar?

..Oh. Oh damn it.

Nice going, Leingod. This was definitely up there on the list of stupid stunts he's pulled.