wrist

Carson frowns. “Yeah, well believe it.” He reaches up to brush away Misty’s hand, and in doing so, notices that his jacket sleeve is showing blood through it. He curses under his breath and pulls off his jacket while he continues to drive, revealing the blood coming from his wrist. “Dang it.” He holds out his arm to Misty. “Take off my wrist band and put pressure on that, will you?”