Ronon checked McKay. "He's still breathing."

"Hyperventilating?"

Ronon regarded their team-mate, while Teyla turned around in her seat, arching a brow at Ronon's drawn weapon before turning to regard McKay. "He is in shock."

"I'm fine," McKay said,

I love this moment, the team is McKay-trained, and know how see and deal with all his habits when in danger (ie: panic).

They're not enough team fic here.