The knock on the door interrupts their one-sided dialogue, but Daniel doesn't mind when he learns it's the doctor from the clinic. Oh, thank god.

"Hey," he says, pseudo-cheerfully, "Daniel. I'd shake your hand but, you know."

The humor isn't really helping take his mind off it, so Daniel drops it and goes right ahead to rattling off what he knows:

"Got lucky, I think. Doesn't feel like the bullet hit the joint or the subclavian but I'm mostly basing that off the fact that I'm not dead. Been keeping on the pressure, so no passing out yet." He smiles weakly. "Not the first time I've been shot."