"Goddammit, hold still!" Street snaps, pushing away Brian's hand in an attempt to get to his broken arm. The impromptu sling Brian made from his black vest hid most of the blood earlier, but now Jim can see where the bleeding is coming from.

The sling's coming off as carefully as Jim can manage, and thank God the linen closet is within arm's reach. Snagging a hand towel, Street presses it down firmly against the open wound, staunching the flow of blood. It's going to hurt Gamble like a motherfucker to clean the gash out, but right now, Jim just wants to stop the bleeding.