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Who: Fayt Leingod, Albel Nox, and later Cliff Fittir, Okita Souji and Law.
What: A spar gone awry.
When: January 13th, afternoon
Where: Battledome
Summary: Fayt is tired of Albel avoiding them over lingering discomfort from the mistletoe shift, and tries to help him regain a sense of normalcy the only way he knows might work.
Rating: PG-15 for violence and heavy injuries.

Fayt had given it nearly two weeks. Two weeks of Albel sulking around, avoiding so much as talking to him or even looking at him. He'd barely seen the man, and even when he had it had only been for a second or two before Albel darted off.

He wasn't an idiot. That Albel seemed to be avoiding him was obvious enough, and he supposed he should have expected him to react this way-- Fayt had shrugged off the shift just fine, long used to the Malnosso messing with them by now, but Albel obviously didn't know how to. Albel avoided physical and emotional affection like it was the black plague, and shifted or not it had probably made Fayt's presence difficult for him to deal with.

It was more than a little awkward. Albel was eccentrically reactive at the best of times, but Fayt felt bad for making him so uncomfortable, even if it wasn't technically his fault. He had to do something.

A few messages sent Albel's way over the journals to try to smooth things over had gotten no response, though that wasn't surprising. Fayt finally just decided on the direct approach, heading to the battledome where he knew he'd find Albel training more likely than not.

When he finds the room the swordsman is using, he walks right in. There would be no running away this time.

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"Aside from the severed wing? Your back has a long, deep gash from the sword strike and extensive burns. The stump of your wing was cauterized. I think your friend did it to stop the blood loss, but..."

Yeah. Albel ended up causing enough damage in pursuit of the cure.

"Your arm is pretty torn up. I repaired the damage, but the healing will take a while. I also found and treated a lot of half healed wounds you had going into that spar." Which he would like to know the cause of, please. "However, I foresee a full recovery. You'll be extensively scarred on your arm and back, but other than that... I'd say you ended up extremely lucky."

Scars, huh..... He had more than a few from fights, but nothing like what he thought Law was talking about. But as long as it wasn't anything debilitating, he'd be fine. "As long as it's nothing that's going to cause me problems, I'd say I'm pretty lucky, yeah."

Better scarred up than dead. Even if this place brought you back, he'd still prefer that over dying and paying whatever price it'd cost. When Law mentions the older wounds, he closes his eyes.

"Probably shouldn't have gone into that with injuries, either, huh? They were mostly healed, so I thought I'd be alright." And he had wanted to help Albel get on some firmer ground before month's end rolled around. That was when the shifts usually happened. So much for that.

"It probably wasn't the best plan," Law agreed. "Though how did you get those? More training?"

".....Yeah. The other guy I train with has some pretty high standards." Vegeta wasn't exactly the kind of guy to use kid gloves, but he'd made some progress that time, so he really couldn't be too annoyed with him for turning off the safeties.

His eyes droop a bit, but he blinks them open again. "...You didn't put any sedatives in this thing, did you?"

"No sedatives. Just morphine." The doctor watches for a moment, assessing. "You should try for more sleep now. You won't have more energy until your wing finishes regrowing."

"I'm going to be sleeping a lot, aren't I..." The words are almost grumbled, but he's sounding drowsy already.

That draws a faint smile. "You are. Now rest. I'll be back later to check on you."

"'k. Thanks...." And he really meant it, for all he's falling asleep. When he was this tired he always went out like a light, and now is no different.

There he goes. Better.

Law shakes his head for a moment, faint smile disappearing as he watches Fayt slumber for a moment. Stable and on the mend. There's nothing more he can do now except monitor him.

Silently he leaves the room. If there are any visitors, they are going to have to wait. The man needs his rest.