Sefton groaned, feeling where his elbow had smacked itself into the pavement. It didn't feel broken, but he was pretty sure it had started to bleed, if that wasn't just the pain messing with his nerves. "Ow," he muttered, trying to roll onto his side so that he could stand up.

Someone made a noise from underneath him, and Sefton scrambled to get off and move away. The person he had landed on sat up, rubbing his head with one hand, but reached out and grabbed Sefton's wrist with another. "H-hey... Are you okay?" The question was completely sincere, as was the man's somewhat pained but worried expression, and Sefton was pretty sure his heart cracked just a little further.

Breathless, Sefton nodded and tried to tug his hand away from the man. "Y-yeah, I'm okay. Sorry. I'm sorry, but I have to... go. Somewhere. Not here—"