A couple hundred kilometers of running was a truly refreshing walk for this morning, but still getting a little carried away proved to be quite exhausting. To the point where near the track, he had to roll a couple dozen meters against the ground after tripping. Painful and... with a slight sense of deja vu.

"Ugh, FUCK!"

With a little grunt he stands up. His gloves are torn, there are abrasions and bruises all over his body, but thank the gods it seems nothing serious. It just fucking hurts, but it's bearable.

It's worth stretching out a little bit. Crunch your knees, check your mobility and run! The pace is much slower, but after ten minutes he finds himself in front of a familiar door or, rather, window. It's not that he doesn't have keys in his socks, but it's much more convenient to go straight to the target, isn't it? Sneaking in, Sonic rummages through the nightstand in search of some painkillers, bandages, and maybe some ointments.

The nightstands are searched and searched... perhaps it is worth mentioning that such important things as medicines should ALWAYS be kept in the same place. With complete confidence, he can rummage through his owner's things without any possible reproaches. The first thing Sonic does is accidentally find a pair of boxers.

"Hmpf."

Stretching them over his head, tearing them slightly he continues to look for ointments and healing stuff. It wasn't some kind of bandage at all, but was just something that he really wants right now. And right now you walk right into the room, making him turn around.

"...oh, hi there!~"