He did as he was told, taking the scrapped bloody shirt and pressing it to the wound as hard as he could manage. Eventually, the EMT applied the pressure for him and stuck thick gauze to the spot and taped it until he could have the bullet removed properly.
"I can walk," he stated though that was more of a macho act before he realized he didn't have much of the strength to do it on his own. He got up from the floor with her help, wincing hard as pain shot through his arm and down his back. "Oh God..." he yelped in pain.