Now that the mindlessness of the initial shock has worn off, Sylar is uncomfortably aware that he needs to get the hell out of here for reasons other than his current world of hurt.

Jack's boot, plus every bone and muscle down Sylar's left hand side, has other ideas.

He's not going to give them the satisfaction of crying, goddamnit, but his eyes are wet with pain and anger and willpower alone can't keep him from yelling raggedly.