Owen turned his head toward the Doctor slightly when he felt the hand on his shoulder, and he nodded a bit. He could almost muster a smile, even. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm..." he trailed off a bit, taking a step toward the bed and leaning over Tosh.
"Did you say blood was drawn? I'd like to have a look at the results. If you don't mind," he would get through this by fixing it. That's how he would be okay.
He pulled his stethoscope around his neck and pressed the end to Tosh's chest. His touch was just a bit more tender than it would have been with any other patient. "And could you ask someone ten mg of zolpidem?"