Blake let out a long sigh of relief, pulling back. Then, he rested against the wall, next to Myles.
"...Morning."
"Good morning."
Tilting his head, he stared up at Myles in silence.
He eventually turned, looking down at him. "What?"
Blake released another heavy sigh before letting his head fall onto Myles' shoulder.
"I'm tired."
Myles pressed the back of his hand against Blake's forehead.
"You have no fever," he murmured. "Did you eat?"
"Yeah." Blake nodded. "Had a sandwich."
"You're breathing a little shallowly."
Blake frowneds slightly.
"Yeah, uh, I know."
Well, obviously he knew.
Breathing with broken ribs and a tiny puncture in his lung was significantly weirder than normal.
Thankfully, the incentive spirometer had worked pretty well yesterday. He'd had the foresight to bring it to school, so he could use it again during lunch break.
"It's probably just my blood pressure acting up because of the heat."
Myles simply looked down at him, not saying a word.
