"I don't know why you haven't gotten rid of it," Jack observed as he cleaned up the blood as gently as was possible - although it wasn't possible to be positively gently, since he did have to draw the cloth over the wounded bits, which wouldn't feel like a caress!
"And get a nice docile one that doesn't mistake your hand for its prey," he added with a little grin. He dropped the cloth onto his knee and tore open the bandage, letting the paper bits drift down to the bed.
He stuck it carefully in place over the wound, pressing the sticky bits down with his fingertips.