Tim let the medical staff take over, stepping back and dumping the gloves he had on his own hands into the waste bin provided that would dispose of them correctly. Despite his career choices, Tim wasn't a fan of blood. There was no way he could deal with it as much as Dick did.
Stepping closer to Dick, Tim bumped his eldest brother's side gently with his shoulder, letting his presence try and be a comfort to him. Dick had been working so hard over the past few days - over the last couple of months even - and even though Tim was still slightly angry over being grounded, he still wanted to assist both his brothers however he could.
"I can go tell him, if you want." Tim offered softly. "You should go rest for a bit."