If it was at all possible, Raylan seemed to relax even further once the bullet was out. Like even under the weight of the pain killers, he'd still maintained some tension that he finally let go. And the world seemed to have settled at last. It was all still rather distant and muddled by a haze, but he felt marginally less like he'd float away now. "What's the prognosis?" He asked. Or intended to ask. He wasn't entirely sure that third word came out as intended, but he figured the muddled syllables would get the point across all the same.