[It does hurt. Too much - a simple laceration shouldn't be this painful. It's only seconds later that a red line appears diagonally straight across his chest. It's just as painful as the one on his shoulder, soaks the front of his clothes just as quickly, but at least this time Sebastian only presses his lips together. He holds out his hand, (bloody) palm up.]
Wait.
[He remembers these wounds, remembers who made them. No wonder they're so painful. He quickly looks around, scans the sky... Nothing, of course, not that the wind makes it easy to see or hear anyone moving around.]
--Stay close to me.
[Assuming that person managed to attack him without him even noticing makes about as much sense as these injuries suddenly appearing in the first place, but what else is he supposed to think? ...Yes, locating the threat comes before stopping the blood flow. Yes, the one who's a bloody mess is going to be the one to fight said threat should it appear.]