Jon followed behind Paul and Patryk into an elevator after the incident.
"I don't need a doctor, I can heal myself," he spoke with a blunt coldness.
Paul took a puff of a newly lit cigarrette and pressed the second floor button, "we're taking you to get the chunks of that bullet out of your stomach. I know you can heal on your own, but it won't just pop out."

"I don't like doctor Roderick," Jon admitted, grimacing as he dug into his wound in order to try and get the pieces out.
Unfortunately his fingers, as small as they were, had been too large, and did nothing but push the broken bits further.

Patryk slapped his arm away, "stop picking at it, you'll make it worse!"

The elevator stopped and opened up, allowing the trio to step out.

"Sure mom," Jon sarcastically quipped.

"We aren't going to doctor Roderick. Instead, we're visiting Bing, he owes us and he's kind of a prisoner, so he has to do what we say." Paul explained as they strolled down the left wing corridor.

"Did you hit him with a baseball bat and abduct him too?"

"....No. We hit him with a bat and hit Larry with a stun gun," the French Dutchmen corrected.

'The fuck is Larry?'

Patryk nodded in agreement, "also, don't do anything to Bing just because he's a doctor. He was supposed to be the one to do the experiments originally but..." Patryk paused and thought for a moment, "he's been away."

Jon quirked up a brow, "I thought he was a prisoner?"

Paul nodded, "yeah, he was taken by another army and Pat, Larry, and I had to save his ass."

Patryk chuckled, "I'm sure Larry had it the whole time."

Paul elbowed the taller's side just as they arrived at a large elevator like door in which had a keypad on the side.
Paul entered a passcode, hiding the keypad as he did so.

The door opened with a hiss revealing a large laboratory with different machines.

"YO BING!" Patryk called out, strolling inside like he owned the place.
The Polish man quickly disappeared behind several machines, leaving Jon and Paul alone.

There was a long silence before Paul finished his cigarette and pulled out another pack. He held it out to Jon after taking one for himself.
"You want one?" he offered.

Jon glanced at the box, "I've never tried one."
"There horrible for you and it's addictive," Paul stated.

There was another pause.

"....sure," Jon answered and plucked one from the box. In the past, Jon would've refused an offer like that, especially with such a blantant warning. Now though, Jon could care less and he actually wanted to die.
'I guess whatever brings me closer to non-existence works..."

Paul laughed when Jon placed the cigarette between his lips and let it sit there,
"kid, you have to light it."

"...oh." Jon took the cancer stick between his pointer and middle finger just as Paul had his. He kept a face of nonchalance, but was actually very embarrassed that he hadn't known a simple fact.

Paul lit both his and Jon's before shoving his lighter and pack back in his jacket pocket.

Jon sighed and brought the cigarette back to his lips, inhaling the nicotine. He choked, eyes watering while he fought not to throw it on the ground.

"Don't inhale until you're used to it, learnt my lesson with that when I was thirteen," Paul noted.

Jon nodded and tried again. The two smoked peacefully for another minute before Patryk returned.
"......I don't think Bing has the time to see you today," he giggled madly.

Jon quirked a brow, "uh...why?"

Patryk smiled, "he's gettin' busy with a certain ex-veteran."

"....ew."

"What are we gonna do about the kid?" Paul inquired in irritation.

Patryk looked to Jon and dropped his smile at the sight of the young man smoking.
In a fluid motion, he smacked the cigarrette out of Jon's hand.

"Don't teach him bad habits!" He accused, brows furrowed accusingly at Paul.

Jon slouched at the loss of the cigarette, "I was enjoying a new experiance."

"No, you already have a hole in your abdomen, you don't need cancer or lung disease!"

Jon shrugged, "there's no more hole, it healed alittle bit after you left."

Paul and Patryk shared an appalled expression,
"Huh?"

.....welp, Jon just has little pieces of a bullet in his tummy now, that's just how it is, because I'm lazy.
Also, it won't get infected.
Jon's body is constantly healing and regenerating, therefore he can't get sick, can't die and any sort of toxins are broken down within minutes.
....I don't know how to explain why...that's just how I made it.