"Oh god," Ned breathes out, one hand coming up to his mouth automatically at that wince. "Stop- stop moving," he says, quickly. There's no way he's asking Meyer to get to his feet and walk in this state - not with that amount of blood loss, and not if only moving a little is that painful to him. He's probably going to need stitches, maybe even a transfusion - did they know about blood types by his time? Does Bruce have any blood on hand? Does he even have the equipment that he'd need for that kind of thing?

Ned's mind is racing with these and a thousand other questions, but he lets them race in the background, focuses on what he can do right now.

"I'm gonna pick you up okay?" He's already moving as he says it, lifting Meyer into a sitting position by his shoulders, shifting his own stance so that he can get to his feet more easily. "You c-can yell at me for this later if you want but for right now I need you to put your arms around my neck and hold on, okay?" Ned works an arm under Meyer's knees and another around his shoulders, higher than the cuts. As gently as he can, Ned picks him up, gets to his feet. Meyer isn't exactly light, but Ned manages it with only a small wobble.