Ned goes to the cabinet in question, brings Bruce maybe a dozen boxes and packets of gauze, dumping them on a nearby counter where he can reach them. He sees the way Bruce is feeling for internal bleeding and hopes there isn't any, hopes that the visible damage is all there is. It's certainly enough. He catches another look at that cut across Meyer's collarbone, out of the corner of his eye, and feels a wave of nausea.

He goes for the saline next, getting an armful of the plastic bottles from the cabinet. Unfortunately, when his back was turned Bruce had moved and is closer than he'd expected. He turns and nearly collides with Bruce, reels out of the way at the last moment, dropping several of the bottles. He winces when they hit the floor, though they don't break. His heart is racing and there is a tight feeling in his chest as if it were being crushed between metal bands. Shaking badly, Ned bends and picks up the scattered saline bottles, deposits the lot next to the bandages.

"I'm-" he chokes out, glancing at Bruce, feeling wretched that he can't be more useful but knowing that he's going to cause more harm than good if he's in here when Bruce gets down to the delicate stuff. "I'll- I think I'm gonna-" he can't even get enough breath for a proper sentence, shakes his head and moves out of the immediate area, hovering near the door to the clinic but letting Bruce work in peace.