Comfortable in the knowledge that the doctor was on his way, Ashling had returned to her patient (it didn't matter to her that she wasn't technically on staff, until the time that she was told to leave he was still her patient), taken over on pressure, and measured his pulse with her free hand. She looked over her shoulder at the sound of the doctor's approach, feeling both calm and confident. Conditions weren't ideal, but it seemed to her this one would be lucky. The sound of his breathing encouraged her, and she had a feeling that the bullet had missed the major arteries. She'd seen much worse.
"Gunshot wound to the right chest," she answered. "His pulse is slightly tachy, but his breathing sounds good. His name is Daniel, and he drove himself here. He collapsed outside the door, but was able to walk inside with help." She looked back to Daniel and smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, honey. You're in good hands."