"I wouldn't suppose that you'd have--" No. Of course Zoe wouldn't have any equipment, no thermometers or pocket flashlights. It was a stupid question and Watson decided that he wouldn't finish it. Instead, he reached a hand out to the patient. The man rocked a little more violently, which led the doctor to murmur more soothing words. "I'm not going to hurt you."
When John took hold of the frightened man's wrist, he didn't struggle. "That's right," Watson said. "I'm taking your pulse. Just keep breathing. What's your name?"
"Kyle."
"Right. You're going to be fine, Kyle. Breathe for me."
A few moments later, and John had done a cursory examination of the fellow. His breathing seemed fine, and while the pulse was a little fast, he had just been at the center of an attack. "You're fine," he repeated, this time for Zoe's benefit. "Are you alright there, or do you want to go inside?"
Kyle shook his head vehemently, so John let go of his wrist, stood up, and backed away a few steps. "I think he's alright. Frightened, but it's to be expected."