Looking about, it was a little rough to say the least. His left arm hung limp at his side, not that he couldn't move it, but more that he didn't want to move it and risk greater injury to his body. He looked at it, and that fucker was in good. "I uhh..." He confirmed quietly to himself. He was going to need some help, not that he was overly keen on that idea.
"Yeah." John said out loud to Kitty looking to her. "I'm going to need some help, but I'm not sure here.." He trailed off looking around. He was done with the doors for a few days. Weeks? Forever? He was done none the less. John nudged with his head. "C'mon. Lets get this grub put on ice, and you can help get this sharp object out of my body." And yes, he was keeping that knife in his back.
Pyro lead the way pulling the car from the front with his good arm. "My place ain't that far." He commented. And it wasn't. They only had to walk for a handful of minutes before they were walking up to where he had called home. Oh and yay, he also had a brand new shopping cart to go with his new knife. Such a successful trip. Once everything was in, he turned his back to Kitty.
"Please, for the love of something something god this or that, pull this knife from my back." Pyro asked. "I've never actually wanted to know the true feelings of being stabbed in the back. It's miserable." Jokes, John had to make them or be fueled more with anger.