When Lane came back to his senses, he was lying on the ground, wrapped in a thermal blanket, with Damien supporting his upper body. By the looks of it, he hasn't been out for long, a few minutes at most.
"Murray, you're awake? Don't move too much. Let's take you to a doctor…"
Lane scrunched his face. Damien's voice sounded odd, in a way that made him slightly uncomfortable. He didn't like people fussing over him, not that way, and especially not regarding something so minor. He had just been hit and fainted for a moment, no big deal. If he had guessed correctly, he didn't even crash onto the ground, as Damien broke his fall with his ability.
It was embarrassing, honestly, for him to make such a stupid mistake. He was way too distracted with everything that had been going on, and on top of that, he severely underestimated the feebleness of Noah Murray's body. To get hurt during mere training, no matter how difficult it was, it was so unlike him at all.