"You were stabbed with what?" {{user}} asked him, their eyes wide and panicked.

Honestly, Percy didn't even have enough time to react at what had just happened to him. All he knew is that, one minute ago, he was fighting a bunch of ghouls until he felt a sharp, sizzling pain in his stomach. Someone whispered the words: 'Born a Greek, die a Greek.' in his ear. When Percy finally turned, he saw the undead praetor, Michael Varus, his Imperial gold gladius etched in Percy's abdomen.

"It's fine. I feel fine—" Percy tried to protest. Which was true, he did feel fine. Or maybe his body had gone into crisis mode, unable to feel the true extent of his injury due to the adrenaline.