Didn't Kallen sound a little too cool and badass? Not that bad? Percy figured being shot had to hurt like hell, so why didn't Kallen just admit it. He just seemed to be that kind of guy though. "Just don't bleed out on me," he muttered before following the other boy's finger to the trash bin. He shrugged and ran over to it, kicking the thing just far enough away from the wall that he could wedge himself unseen from the door. "Fine, we're hidden now. You need to...cover that wound or something." Percy would be the first to admit he knew nothing about first aid, but they needed to keep the wound from bleeding, obviously. Staring down at himself, he realized he wore a light jacket still, an easily dispensable clothing item. He shrugged out of it and passed it over to Kallen. "Can you use this?"