John felt tired because it seemed like he wouldn't be able to rest tonight. He had just applied medicine to Sylas's wound and was waiting for it to take effect.
Sylas tensed up from the excruciating pain. His blood felt like it was boiling inside, making his legs ache and feel hot. Grumbling over and over, he endured it. Cold sweat soaked his entire body, and his breathing was uneven. His fingers dug into the mattress, trying to find relief, but none came.
His body trembled as the medicine started working. John watched anxiously, knowing the process was painful but necessary. Sylas clenched his fists, trying to focus on anything other than the burning pain. Slowly, his breathing steadied, and the tension in his body eased. Even so, the soreness lingered like embers beneath the skin.
