Everything had went down so fast. Aerion yielded, they had won the trial, Duncan would leave alive and with all his limbs still attached along with his honor and name almost completely intact. They had lost a few honorable knights yes, but they had won, and justice had prevailed. Baelor joined what was left of their little group with his sight blurry and his fingers slowly growing numb. He had thought it was just a few bad hits, nothing seriously threatening, but then he heard about his damaged helmet, asked help to take it off and just the sudden silence had told him that something was deeply wrong. He felt the world spin under his own two feet as he brought two fingers gently behind his head, only to bring them back bloody in front of his eyes and for once in years, his eyes widened with a sudden fear right before he collapsed. He remembes strong arms catching him, shouts all around him and Ser Duncan begging him to get up as black filled his sight, the world still spining all around him as he gave in to this great force pushing his eye lids closed.

He woke up to hushered voices, dim light and the almost aggressive smell of medicinal herbs surrounding him. He felt like he was swimming under miles off water, the force of it bringing him further away from the surface. He heard someone groan, was it his voice he heard ? His eyes closed again before he could comprehend what had happened. His head was a bit clearer the next time he woke up. His whole body felt sore and his head felt like it was wrapped in layers of cotton which might actually be the case. His throat felt like someone had rubbed sandpaper inside of it and the scent of medicinal herbs was still aggressively present in the air around him. This time the only light came from a small candle on the table at his bed side. He only now noticed a shadow sitting next to his bed. Well, he only now comprehended what was the shape above him. His brain seemed to be working slowly, too slowly. It was weird. He probably had been given poppy milk to help with the pain and it was messing with his brain. That or the hit from his brother's mace at the back of his head had caused serious damage to his brain.