Clyde placed a hand in the pocket he had placed the small object and went to stand up, when he did his foot slipped and he dropped back to the floor. He made a small whimper and quickly pulled his hand out of his pocket. There was a rather large cut across his thumb which had started bleeding profusely, "God damn it!" He stood up and handed Chantelle the joint, "Do you have a first aid kit around here somewhere?" He cupped his bleeding hand in his other hand and winced in pain.