Thankfully, he had been stabbed a bunch of times so the feeling wasn't entirely new. It didn't mean that the feeling didn't suck and when the blade entered, he felt the same burst of burning sensation as he normally did. His hand went to his stomach. He'd have dropped Jack, but there was a moment where he realized Jack would probably hate being dropped in the water. He made the conscious effort to return Jack to the Norse ruin and it attached back to his necklace before letting out a groaning sound. "Ow"
He had liked this shirt. Unlike Hotel Valhalla, his shirt would not reappear in his closet cleaned and pressed the next day. RIP shirt. He glanced down at the blood and then up to Percy and offered a weak sort of smile because he felt like an idiot for leaving himself exposed like that. "It's okay..." Despite his heavy breathing indicating otherwise. "Help me out... of the burning salt water?" He'd need to sit for this one.