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[With those words, a wave of nausea strikes him. He pushes himself into fully sitting up, throwing the blankets back and swiveling around to push his bandaged feet off the edge of the bed.]
[Thoughts race through his mind, each more angering than the last, though finally he pulls himself out of it long enough to remember his surroundings. Glaring up at Axel through his slightly tangled and unwashed hair.] ...Well? Hast thou had thy fun?