I'm perfectly able to function right now… it's a waste of time for me to lay around in the clinic.

[But oh, how many times has Kain said that, and probably later regretted it? He readies his lance, preparing for a fight. Even if he feels really icky and in no mood to go through with it… His head is pounding, he feels feverish and weak and gross and...]

[Ugh! What… what is he doing!?]

Just what sort of spell is th- [But Kain isn't able to get out of the way as whatever Law is casting at him strikes him, head-on.]