"Is that the question you're actually going with because I'm not sure how to answer that." He's not even thinking really hard on his own answers, as much as he'd rather not think about how much his arm hurts. Not much luck on the latter.

How do you treat a gunshot wound? Donnie's trying to work it out and drawing blanks. Everything's out of order. He messed up. He messed up, and he shouldn't have... Shouldn't have what? He doesn't know anymore.