Finally Reaching Safety

Tarmen had accepted Alexis’s plan without resistance, knowing full well time was of the essence. After shifting Silina onto his shoulder, he followed Alexis blindly in their retreat, aware of basic structures enough to not bump around. He could hear a mumbled mix of voices and further destruction, but had no mental power to decide if it was ambient noise or they were being chased. He just kept moving forward.
When at last they stopped at Alexis’s base, he couldn’t stop his legs from giving out, the still protruding knife now feeling like lightning with any amount of pressure. He strained just enough to roll Silina off his shoulder somewhat gently, then fully slumped against the wall.
Feeling sleep overtaking him, Tarmen’s mind made a final assessment of things. His arm could barely move anymore, so numb that it felt like a void hung from that shoulder. It also seemed like the blood had stopped finally. His other arm trembled with exhaustion, its shoulder having a piercing knot that would take a while to work out.
He wasn’t going to worry about his leg at the moment, just as long as the knife stayed there instead of going into his gut. Speaking of knives, he ensured that other vitals remained at this side, his shaking fingers almost cutting themselves against the machete’s blade and gently jingling a somewhat lighter money bag. A huff of air meant to be a chuckle escaped him at the relief of having both his life and his money.
Straining his eyes, it seemed the crew was back together as well, worse for wear just as expected. His body didn’t allow him to note their condition, only needing the confirmation of allies nearby to force his eyes closed. In an instant, Tarmen was in a deep sleep.