"Are they gone?" I asked, holding up another bomb ready to be lit and thrown.

"They're gone," Ace says, picking shards of glass from his face. He lifts Donnie and flies inside. His wings were black with ash. "Donnie's been shot..." Ace says, empathizing.

"Are you both okay?" I asked, pulling a first aid kit from Hammerspace.
"I haven't had much dealing with bullet wounds, but I do know some." I said.

"I'm fine," Ace says, picking more glass from his bloody face. Ace puts painkiller where Donnie's wound is. He pulls out the bullet, his hand covered in blood. Donnie yells in pain. "It's gonna be okay, buddy, you'll be fine." Ace reassures, tears forming in his eyes.

I handed over some antibacterial wipes to clean up the wounds.

Donnie began making soft noises, showing he's not completely conscious. After Tails cleaned the wound, Ace wrapped his shoulder with bandages. After that was done, Ace picked the rest of the glass from his face and arms, both completely bloody.

"We should probably get you cleaned up, too Ace." I added.

"I don't like being touched," he says, violently scrubbing his face. He helps Donnie up, and walks him to his desk.

"If you don't want anyone else doing it, you should at least do it yourself." I replied, handing over some more of the wipes and holding up a mirror for Ace.

He scrubs his face a little more violently. He then pulls his turtleneck shirt down to his neck and taps a gem stuck in there, and heals all his wounds. He then rips it from his neck and replaces it.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"You don't want to know," Ace says.

"I'll take your word for it." I replied.

Ace then lifts Donnie, and leads the entire class to the next room.

(Where were we? Science?)