A chance to lie down

The spikes should have dug into Felix's arm, leaving it with more holes than a slab of swiss cheese.
Fortunately, the robes took most of the damage, and he was left with no more than a few bruises.
Add that to the other injuries he'd received in the fight, though, and things weren't looking too good.
"Alright. You win. Go and kill yourself with those cigarettes."
Felix turned around and began to leave. It was clear now that his word would have no effect on the boy.

Felix finally left the lawn, heading for the hospital wing. He'd have to come up with an excuse for all the cuts and bruises.
You fell off a tree, Felix. you hit a few branches on the way down.
Yes, that would do.