Ned rolls the wheelchair close to the table, looks for something he can use to cushion the back. Meyer might be stitched and bandaged, but his back must be killing him and Ned knows it. He spots a blanket folded up on a shelf, grabs it and drapes it over the back of the wheelchair. Then, when Meyer manages to sit up, he reaches a hand over to steady him. The gesture is not as automatic for him as it might be for some; his usual reservations about touch are still there, underneath the urgent desire to help. The hair on the back of his necks stands up, but he ignores it.

"Help me lift him down," he says to Charlie. They will be able to do it much more gently if there are two of them, and right now he's less concerned with making a nuisance of himself than he is with minimizing Meyer's pain.