He shifts forward, reaching out abortively to help as she struggles to lift Tim up, but there's not much to do, really; she's got it under control. He can only give her the glass when she reaches for it, watching anxiously as she tries to feed it to him.

The cough sends a jolt through him, is he awake?! is he about to seize? But no, it's just a physical reaction, a body rejecting fluids. His shoulders slump and his face falls as he watches her soothe the unconscious man, feeling more miserable than ever.

"It's okay," he murmurs. "You tried."

He steps forward and puts his hand on her shoulder awkwardly. "I... I think we should just... I just want him to be okay."