Shock. Shock was...feeling pretty much accurate for her too actually. She blinked at Tony for a moment, leaning back against the wall and feeling the pain in her thigh for the first time, gritting her teeth.
What the hell was she doing?
She dropped the gun, and came very close to simply sliding down the wall into a sit to stare at Tony until he woke up. Something else drove her at the last moment, and really- she'd all ready shot him, she couldn't make things worse at this point.
She crossed the room, heaving him over and hoisting him up so that she held him up under his arm pits, starting to drag him out of the room.
She'd come this far, and she was going to save his god damn life whether he wanted her too or not.