Max nodded, grunting slightly as she tried to help him. In the end she had to let him fall. "Like, barely," she answered. It was like trying to carry dead weight. On the plus side, she figured he probably wouldn't feel the pain in his knees until later what with all the sedatives running through his body. That'd had to hurt.
She reached down and eased the cowl up and off so that she could at least start to assess the damage she was sure he'd taken. "Gee, whoever it was really liked the whole bruising the face thing, didn't he?" Max was no doctor, but she didn't think ice was really going to cut it here. On the other hand, she wasn't his Alfred either, and if he needed stitches or anything they were going to have to go some place else.
If it was serious she wanted to make sure it was done correctly. The drugs she knew enough about to know that there wasn't really anything one could do. Once she could go over her scans in a less rushed fashion she might be able to tell how much of everything was in his system and thus, how much danger he was actually in. She knew there really wasn't any cure for a sedative besides rest, but until she knew whether or not the dosage was lethal, she needed him awke.
Ugh, a evening stomach pump. So not her idea of a good time.
She offered down her arm, clutching the cowl in her other hand. "Can you get up if I help? C'mon, don't pass out on me."