Sollux had curled up in the tightest ball he could, his hand was clutched to his side which appeared to be gushing with blood; He winced as his body coursed with persistent and painful spasms. Why had he gone and ran such a stupid risk, he asked himself. He didn't even know if they had survived, or if he would survive for that matter.
Pursuing footsteps caused his breathing to cease for an agonisingly long period of time but eventually the echoing sound moved further away so that he could take in a much needed gasp of air.
He let himself relax a little, just enough to lighten his mood from the incessant fear and anger that had suffocated him for far too long. With his less anguished mood he began to wonder about his companions' situation and whether or not he would get a chance to meet up with them again. It was unlikely that he would but he found it easier to console him-self by trying to convince his cynical mind that they would meet up sooner rather than later.
Sollux eventually found himself slipping into an unrestful stupor that could barely be counted as sleep; he accepted the warm, dark invitation and released himself from consciousness. Pure exhaustion eventually held him in the deep sleep for much longer than he would have liked, when he eventually woke a paled shaft of light was upon him and his limbs were stiff and reluctant to move. Sollux cursed his weakness and tried to move, he was able to stand up but only just. His side was caked with thick dried blood that cracked and sent shooting spears of pain down his entire form. He attempted to ignore this but found it almost impossible. Bearing the pain as best he could he hobbled out of the alley he had ran into the night before and was practically blinded by the sun's intensity, it must have been at least midday.
Derse was never exactly pretty and today was no exception, very few people were roaming the streets and from what he could see no demons for the time being. He pulled up his hood to hide his rounded ears and zipped the jacket up so that his blood caked shirt was not visible to the general public. He then walked as if he was on the streets of prospit and made his way down the road until he caught sight of a familiar face.