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Fiona looked at him, suspicious and saw his ear. ''Your ear is injured! Let's go back to the base now!'' The girl said, running off.

"Hey wait!" Al could not believe Fiona, just running off like that... there were wounded all over the scene, and considering NYC's abysmal traffic it would likely be far too late for some of these people to receive medical attention. Bullet hole or not, mutated freak or not, Al sees to what he can do to help.

While he had only been given basic training by the people who made him what he is, Alphonse had significantly increased his medical expertise when SHIELD had taken him under their wing. He had no tools to work with, and several of those he tried to help freaked out a bit from his proximity, but by the time the police and EMT's arrived he was certain several people were going to make it if it had not been for his help...

... on the other hand he also felt guilty, that his appearance had caused the FoH members to open fire. These folk would have been just going about their day otherwise, maybe realizing later they had been at the scene of a robbery but whole and healthy.

When Fiona started running, she realised, feeling ashamed. Snapping her fingers, she disapeared into a cloud of dust, re-appearing next to the injured people. She tried helping the more she could by putting them in safe buildings while waiting for the medical help. ''Fury! We need 25 ambulances!'' She said in her microphone, trying to cover up people with earth walls. Unluckily, about 2 bullets got stuck in her mech-arm, making it un-able to move.

An hour passes by the time the situation is resolved, the wounded loaded into ambulances and SHIELD sending transport to pick them up and take them back to base.

Al is pretty quiet on the way back, his ear having been bandaged up by one of the EMT's when they arrived on the scene. Once back in the base he wordlessly goes to his own room, laying down for a nap.

Fiona didnt say anything either. Walking to the technical room, she sat down, beginning to repear her mech-arm and removing the bullets out of it.

Al woke several hours laters, more due to the banging on his door. Their one of the officers had finally realized not just that he had left and got involved with the shooting, but was shot he had come down to get him to go to the infirmary.

The wolf man snarled, getting up to answer the door, his head ringing as a fever was starting to set in from the bullet wound, "WHAT!?"

Fiona heard his yell, stooding up and running up to him. ''Anything wrong?''

Al growls, grumpy as hell from being awoken, the officer present with their resident medical Doctor. The officer looked over to Fiona, "Someone neglected to inform us of what happened... and then there is a certain bullet wound to attend to."

Al stared down at them, teeth bared, but the Doctor reached up and pinched his ear, causing a whimper to escape the massive wolfman. "You should have come to the infirmary at once! This needs a cleaning... and I dare say it is likely already infected with something."

Fiona growled and facepalmed, feeling guilty. "It's my fault, i've should have told Nick.." She whispered to herself.

The Doctor practically drags a whimpering Al to the infirmary by his ear, the pained hero stooped down to keep the pressure off his ear.

Fiona knocked her head on the wall. "I AM GUILTYYYYYY!" She yelled, knocking her head against the wall, again and again.