He nodded his head as best he could and struggled to sit up, mustering enough strength to get into a sitting position. Lucky for him, he was stronger than the average man, because anyone else would have probably stayed unconscious until they got him to the hospital. "Go...save his life. He needs you, okay?" he said, licking his lips. He put his hand to his shoulder and moved over to where she'd wanted him and sat there, slouched over a little as he tried his best to stay conscious. He'd started to unbutton his shirt and slowly peel it away so he could see how bad the wound was, wincing when the cloth stuck from coagulated blood and tugged at his skin.
One of the EMTs came over to him and helped him take the shirt off the rest of the way and started to clean and disinfect the bullet hole while Remy and the other worked on the other guy, all the while Tony struggled with staying awake.