Very carefully, Puck shifted the arm that was around Blaine's shoulders so that he could nurse his friend's head gently against his own shoulder so as not to hurt his neck. Sure, his own physical pain was probably the least of Blaine's worries at the moment, but when he came out of the shock he was in, Puck didn't want him to have to deal with a lot of physical pain on top of everything else. He carried Blaine with all the tenderness someone might show to their child, and protecting the other man, who'd become one of the most important people in Puck's life, was top priority.

Puck's dark eyes shifted to Mike's face, grateful that one of them, at least, was keeping it together. Mike was the calm voice of reason that Puck needed to keep from entirely panicking himself. "Yeah. Yeah, a doctor," Puck agreed, though his words were just as disjoint as his thoughts. Fuck, this was awful. Blaine was covered in Kurt's blood and his own sick, and Puck was getting quite a bit of that, too, but at the moment, he didn't even care. Everything in his heart and mind was focused entirely on making sure that Blaine got whatever he needed to be okay. In a low and soothing tone, Puck murmured, "Keep breathing, Blainers... Stay with me, buddy. I've got you."