He feels... something in his arm, he thinks. It's hard to tell, really, beyond the overlying pain, but without looking he can't really say for sure that he's unmade the bullet. He really doesn't want to look anyway. But it's not the first time he'd used his weird power, and he's familiar enough with the sense of it. Well, they'll find out soon enough.

"Yeah," Donnie replies, just a touch strained, and he hadn't realized how much he'd started leaning against Red Hood during the drive. The adrenaline's long worn out and all that's left is just him trying to bear the pain, telling himself it's nothing compared to what happened to Leo.