Still dazed he'd hardly realized what happened until he'd managed to get his shirt off (ripping it mostly since he'd predominantly lost use of his left arm) and pressed it hard against his neck wound. There was no arterial spray so he could relax somewhat. At least he had more time before he'd bleed out. He also thanked his past self for wearing the binder that passed for a regular tank top, though it was a bit torn up in the back too.

He refocused when Karkat called his name. His attention snapped to the other man and he stumbled to his feet. "I-I'm fine," he lied, but it looked like Kanaya was worse for wear. "Is she alright? What about you? Did she get you?"