He'd moaned when he was moved to the bed, just a small indication that he wasn't dead yet, but he passed back out as she cut his shirt and washed the wounds. Only when he felt the scalpel cut into him and forceps digging around for the bullet did he scream in pain, wider awake than ever. "Oh fucking Christ! Ahhhh!" he yelled out in pan as she tried to get the bullet out, his entire arm tensing up as he did his best to push the feeling out of his mind so he didn't pass out again from it.