Ned happens to be standing just a few feet away from the door, pacing nervously. Things had gotten to the point where he was really more in Bruce's way than helping him; he is filthy from being outside and holding off a panic attack with both hands. Not exactly the sort of presence Bruce wants around while he is cleaning cuts and making stitches, feeling for other breaks or internal bleeding. So Ned had excused himself and moved away from their immediate area.

He is distracted enough not to see Charlie's approach, jumps half out of his skin at the bang of the door being flung open. The look on Charlie's face and the growl in his voice certainly don't help matters. To Ned he doesn't seem worried, or frightened, or even grateful that things aren't worse: he seems uncontrollably, violently angry.

"He's g-gonna be fine," he says, answering a different question than the one Charlie asked. He holds up his hands instinctively, calmingly, "Bruce's stitching him up in the back, b-but we should probably w-wait here-"