Simon was still. Simon was very still. He was cringing and whimpering slightly from the pain, but he didn't move until the Doctor had pulled out the bullet. That was when he sagged with relief, eyes shutting for an instant.
"Thank you," he said. "Thank you. If you could... there's a suture kit... in my bag." His strength was waning now. The bullet was out, the adrenaline was leaving him. "Close it up...? I'll just... pass out here for a bit."