Liquid looks at Mettaton and winces. Okay, yeah... he's not doing the best. He's alive, at least! He can tell that much! But he better last that long until he can do better. He's ready to lead him to medbay, but... well, he doesn't look like he'll be in any shape to.

Well, shit. Well, this was his fault.

"Alright, yeah, let's go." Even without his Sangui strength he'd be able to move Mettaton to his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and with that done, he carries him off towards the medbay.