Drake laughed slightly, "alright I got you." He kicked the door closed behind him, so that the others didn't see the mess in the bathroom. He let out a sigh, "if you need to either dig your nails into me or something this is gonna hurt." With that his fingers went into the wound following the destruction of the bullet before grabbing it and pulling it out. Holding it up, "your lucky this didn't shatter." He shook his head, shaking off the pain.