Elliot's response took Andy by surprise and his eyebrows raised so high his moppy bangs hid them almost completely. When she explained why she wasn't okay, Andy's eyes grew. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, was all he could think. His stupid ass knocked up the hot blonde doctor when they were in the middle of Hell on Earth (or, for that matter, wherever the hell this was). "...shit..." was all he could come out with, and the word was drawn out slowly as he stared at the tests.
Taking a deep breath, he looked back up at her. "Okay, know what? It's okay. This is...not that bad," he said slowly, knowing damn well he was lying through his teeth. "We can do this. I can totally do this." He wasn't sure if he was trying harder to convince her or himself.
"Listen, I'm not gonna leave you hangin, if that's what you're worried about. I'm not like that. Okay? And...we'll just...I'll figure something out," he added, fumbling over his own words in his attempt to calm her down while all the while his own brain was reeling.