"I'm here. Welcome back," Dan said from the foot of Ritchie's bed. There was nothing else to do in medbay but keep an eye on the other man, and Dan had just returned from getting a jug of fresh water for him. He could sense the disorientation Ritchie was feeling and frowned with concern. Still, at least he felt a hell of a lot more lucid than earlier.
He set the jug on the bedside locker, sat down in the chair beside Ritchie's bed, and reached for his wrist to check his pulse had calmed down. Sure, the medbay was already monitoring all of Ritchie's obs and recording them for Cuddy to assess later, all the standard ones Dan knew about and some weird ones that he probably just hadn't had the training for yet, but he worried and feeling that his friend's pulse was no longer racing along at a thousand miles an hour helped him feel better. Then he gently set Ritchie's hand back down and brushed his sweaty hair back from his forehead to check if he was still running a temperature.
"I got you some water, for your throat. You want some now?"