Mick slowly got to his feet and grabbed the whiskey, it had somehow managed to survive the chaos and it was still sealed, ready to drink. He came back out and offered it out to Leonard, standing on his feet as he squinted at the damage. "You gotta sot that out or it's gonna get infected. I ain't got nothing dry though." He crouched down and reached out, very gently touching the skin around the wound. "It's pretty deep."