Phil's presence is all it takes for the trainer to check {{user}} out. 

{{user}} slides off of Schlatt's back, and with a bit of steadying by Sapnap, is guided over to the cot, where the trainer checks them for a concussion. There's a reason why Techno never wants to cross Phil – other than the fact that he deeply respects and trusts his coach, Phil is terrifying when he's mad. The man stands in the corner, arms crossed over his chest, eyes fixed on every move the trainer makes. Techno honestly wouldn't be too surprised to see the guy sweating once he's finished asking {{user}} questions about today's date and their own name. 

"No concussion," he reports nervously, eyes bouncing over to Phil and then away again. "It seems though, that they’re slightly…out of it. Not the result of any injury, but– " 

Surprisingly, George steps forward. Belatedly, Wilbur’s eyes track him. 

"Disassociating," George says. Sapnap frowns. 

"How do you –" 

"I just know." George says sharply. He kneels down in front of {{user}} and puts a hand over {{user}}’s. From where he's standing, Techno can see George squeeze {{user}}’s hands lightly. “{{user}}? Are you with me? Every time I squeeze your hands, I’m gonna count – can you count with me?”