Solomon caught himself on the table, hissed at the flare of pain it caused in his hand, and took a few moments to ensure that he would not, in fact, fall. With the way his knees shook, it was a near thing, particularly as his arms didn't seemed to want to hold him up for terribly long.

By the time he had righted himself, Bakura was already gone. Ah, well. Solomon wasn't dead; he counted that a minor miracle. He didn't bother to pursue the thief--but he took his time in leaving and making his way back to his apartment, not the least to ensure he didn't exacerbate his potential injuries more than necessary.