That's not something Donnie looks forward to, fully expecting to be the one getting scolded and just as prepared to accept it.

He says nothing more as they go, concentrating on hanging on. At least it gives him time to think. He's still not to keen about having a bullet in his arm. Maybe... He can at least take care of that much. Being in contact with the object in question isn't a problem, and ultimately just breaking the thing down into non-existence would probably be less painless than having it dug out by whatever means.

Breathe out, breathe in.