Blake was in a coma-like state, his mind numb, his body distant and unresponsive.
That was why the moment a sudden surge of energy flooded through him, like ocean water burning through his veins, his instincts lashed out.
His hand shot forward, gripping the nearest presence.
His vision was still blurry. He could barely make out that the figure he was choking was a man.
"Guh... idiot... leave me..."
Suddenly, sharp pain shot through his forearm as nails dug into his skin.
Blake frowned. "Kyle?"
His grip loosened as clarity slowly returned to his eyes. "What are you doing here?"
Kyle coughed violently, red marks already forming around his neck from the pressure Blake had applied.
For a brief moment, he was genuinely tempted to summon his bow and knock Blake back into unconsciousness.
Straightening up, he snapped, "Fucker, what were you even thinking? Gah... you nearly killed me."
