"Uhm. Oh god." I run to grab a towel, to mop up the blood from the floor, and the medical kit from my coffee table to take the bandages.
Normally blood isn't a problem for me. At least when it's not in buckets like this.
As I try to wrap her head, I have to keep myself from gagging.
When her head is covered, and the blood is cleaned and contained, I shove Lina out of the bathroom and promptly vomit.
After maybe 20 minutes, my stomach is empty, but I'm still dry heaving.
"*Cough cough.* I-That-Why-How?"
"WHAT THE ACTUAL SH**?" I scream.