"Blake!"
Someone shouting his name snapped him upright, his vision swimming as a sharp throb pulsed through his skull.
For a second, everything felt off. Everything was way too bright and loud, until it settled.
The gym, right. He was still at the gym, which probably meant not much time had passed since he'd blacked out.
"Are you okay?!"
"I, yeah, I think I am…" Blake winced, bringing a hand to his temple before forcing it back down. "Where are the other guys?"
"They ran the second you hit the ground…"
Of course they did, not that he'd expected anything else.
"How long was I out?"
"Not even a minute."
Blake let out a slow breath and pushed himself up, a little unsteady at first. His head really felt off, just was too heavy, like at the hospital.
Maybe getting up this quickly wasn't the smartest move, considering the concussion.
Still, he straightened.
Then grabbed Asher by the shoulders, looking quite tense.
"Don't ever do that again."
