He's fine doing the manipulation and controlling their descent to the floor; Tim doesn't weigh that much and he's certainly had practice dealing with dead-weight. Once he's got her down he works most on keeping some pressure on the wound, too acutely aware of the way her blood is staining his hands.

He was on one knee when they settled, her head against one of his arms. He was looking in the direction the gunman had run, but quickly turned his attention back to her. That arm was likely broken, almost definitely, and it was in an area where there was certain to be bleeding concerns. Hence his continued, tight, grip.

"Paramedics should be here soon. I need you to stay awake until then." He was not going to let her die. That she'd been shot in the arm rather than chest didn't matter, currently. Guns and shooting and blood and he was, in a very Bruce like way, freaking out.

She was going to be smothered to death if they made it out of here.