When he came to, Rodrick was still laying in the debris of the broken wall. His head was throbbing terribly from the impact it had made. After gathering himself to his feet, he took a quick moment to assess the damage done by the smack he had taken. The cheek that made contact with Rimidal’s hand ached and was sensitive to the touch. There was a cut on his forehead, which left a streak of blood down the side of his face.
Luckily the throw he had taken into the wall hadn’t seemed to disturb the wounds to his abdomen too much. For that, he was thankful. The last thing he needed was to be worrying about his healing wounds rupturing. It would only put him out of commission even longer.