Sherlock went though his bag and took out the iodine. "Just this. But it might come in helpful, given that I doubt the water here is clean." He set the bag down again, as well as the iodine, and stepped over, reaching out to touch John's forehead, as if to confirm that he was real. His fingers came away sticky with blood. "... We'll simply have to bind it," He muttered lowly. "Or see if we can get a sponsor to send something better--"