Eric Garcia sat on the grass, his face twisted slightly in discomfort as one of the medics knelt beside him, gloved hands steadying his head.
The crowd noise dimmed into a dull hum while the medic pulled out a small flashlight and tilted his chin upward.
A thin beam of light flashed across his pupils once, twice, as Garcia winced but nodded faintly, blinking as the medic followed his gaze.
After a few moments of quiet assessment, the medic gave a subtle nod to his colleague and offered Garcia a hand up.
"You're alright," the medic murmured, giving him a firm pat between the shoulders.
Garcia exhaled and brushed a streak of grass off his shorts before jogging slowly toward the touchline.
The Catalan crowd offered a light round of applause as he was cleared to continue, stepping back onto the pitch with a faint shake of the head and a hand signal to reassure the bench that he was fine.
