Tony was led out of the car, and then practically picked up and carried (which he didn't think he needed, but he didn't protest against either) into the clinic. He tried to hold back his tears, but he couldn't. He started to cry a bit, sobbing as he was dumped onto the gurney. "I don't know... I just don't know..." he said now, then nodded as Marita practically spoke for him. "Yes... no augments...unless... unless it's needed." he said softly here, not ruling out the possibility that the bullet had paralyzed his left arm... he didn't think so, but he couldn't tell. He could move it at least, but due to the pain, couldn't give it full mobility.
He looked up at Axel, almost pleadingly, and nodded. "I hope so. I just... I'm holding you guys up... you should go on... go fight your fight." Tony said, blinking away more tears. "I'm sorry this happened... I'm really sorry." he whispered. He wasn't being completely logical about his own situation, but the guilt was his strongest emotion right now, and it was winning out over everything else.
"Just uh... yeah... I know you'll be close by." the ferret nodded here, setting his jaw firmly to try and get ready for this. "Guess I always fear being knocked out and operated on..." he offered a small smile here. "Take care and... see you soon." He patted Axel's hand on his shoulder, and let him go.