Bridget shook his head. Well, technically, he sort of turned his head to one side... but it was in the negative. "'M fine. Your leg.... needs to be ... cleaned.... and closed up."

The arms of his coat were tacky with blood, but they served as something of a make-shift bandage at the moment. The blood coming from his arms had by no means stopped, but as it dried on the cloth, it helped slow the flow of it.