It was actually probably for the best that he said so out loud, because as soon as their three partners in crime moved off, Fiona's focus was all on his injuries. She likely would have thought of it eventually, and not left without the shrapnel, but making certain that she would not forget was best.
"I'll be as quick as I can," she warned him, and wrapped her scarf around her hand, so she could grab the sharp shrapnel without risking injuring herself. Her other hand she braced back on his shoulder, holding him tight before she pulled the pieces of metal from him in quick succession.
She set them down beside herself, and then the scarf on top of them, and used the tears in Lachlan's clothing to lay her bare hands over the wounds, applying pressure to stem the blood flow even as she focused her Gift on him. Warmth passed from her to him as she felt it kick in. Before Fade, she would have healed such wounds in a matter of seconds, without breaking a sweat. Now the process was slower, and all too soon, her head started aching.
By the time she had to stop, stop or throw up, a little blood had run from her nose. She wiped at it and asked, "How do you feel?"