Don't think he hit anything major, but it's still bleeding. So if a small amount from someone your size is enough for him on a good day, moderate amount from me should do some good. [Leonard wishes he had a bottle or something at the ready, which reminds him of his flask. He pulls it out from a side pocket of his pants, takes a long sip, then holds it out to Kate.]

Finish that off and then your friend can see how much he likes blood spiked with some whiskey.