Sylvester would stop crawling away and look up at Samuel only for his head to drop to the forest floor and he listened to him speak and it was calming him down as he stop hyperventilating, his breathing was too slow to normal however and he won't respond to anyone asking him questions or anything, he would be shivering as the burning of his wounds continued, his teeth would chatter he was shaking that hard and despite the heat on them he was shivering.
He'd only nod at Samuel as he warned that what he was about to do when he slowly approached him, now topless to use it on his wounds was going to hurt, like hell...
As Samuel started to dab at his back and arm to clear the wounds for him to investigate them further Sylvester jumped from Samuel's touch, his left tattooed hand dug into the ground and he screamed out in pain, tears escaping his eyes and his paled face reddened from him trying to hold in his screams of agony with little success, his right hand spasms at the continuing touch of Samuel's top.
The amount of blood being absorbed into the top was so much that the top was stained red and even felt heavy from mopping up the blood from his back and arm, though it was his back that bled more, his own top was dripping wet from the exposure to his blood. He'd continue to allow Samuel to wipe as much of the blood up as possible but the pain overwhelmed him so his left arm stretched up, his bloody hand grabbing Samuel's arm and his eyes looked up at him.
''S-stop....i-it burns....it burns...s-stop...'' He'd beg in a shivering weak tone, his left bloody hand slid down Samuel's arm, painting it crimson and fell to the ground. Sylvester continued to shiver, his back and arm stained with blood but the wounds were now more visible, harsh, deep wounds, it was obvious or at least to Samuel it would be that the first wound inflicted was from the upper part of the right arm, the object must of rolled like a spinning saw up Sylvester's shoulder, ran down his back then finally left his back and continued on.
Judging from the wounds it was about two hours ago that they were inflicted and though the blood was mopped away just a thin cover of crimson of Sylvester's arm and back when he breathed or moved random blood would ooz out hence why Sylvester openly was breathing slower but also because when he breathed the wound on his back to split causing a intense burning sensation. Sylvester would just wale out his pain in cries at this point, his back mainly was on fire and if one would roll up his dripping wet black vest top, not only would they have blood stained into their fingers but around the wound on his back would be sorely red...