Zack's eyelids fluttered.
Everything around him was blurry, he turned his head left and then right. The ceiling spun slightly.
He struggled and forced himself into a sitting position.
"Zack!"
Nathalia rushed forward immediately, kneeling beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder to steady him.
"You're awake," she said, relief flooding her face.
"What happened?" Zack muttered, his voice hoarse. "Did I win?"
"Win?" Scott repeated sharply, narrowing his eyes.
Daniella crawled closer and gently pressed the back of her hand against Zack's forehead.
"He doesn't seem to be running a temperature," she said quietly before glancing at Scott.
Scott leaned against the cage bars; arms folded tightly across his chest. His leg tapped the stone floor repeatedly, his frustration obvious.
"I can't see very well," Zack muttered, reaching toward his face automatically. "Where are my glasses?"
His fingers touched nothing.
