"Shit. That's real nasty." Mick huffed a sigh and made his decision. He pulled his shirt over his head and started to rip off strips of it. He couldn't trust the closet right now and hell, he quite literally had shirts everywhere so it wasn't like this was his last one. They'd done this kind of thing on the job before, a fresh wound from a dodgy escape or some unexpected barbed wired. Mick used the strips and slowly started to bandage up Leonard with the only dry material he had. "The shirts clean, just put it on, I can always get another." Of course he just spend ages drying it but never mind that.