Billy was far from green. He could punch and shoot with the best of them. If he was the one causing the blood to come out, it was different. But when it was just spread around like that...there was just something revolting about it. Getting him near it was like trying to touch the wrong ends of a magnet together.

"Of course not," he said, shaking his head, still trying to figure how to speak without needing to draw breath. "It's just..." his gaze flit over to the bed and immediately jerked away. Another wave and he looked like he barely held it back that time. "...I've never been great around..." another swallow. He could taste bile in his throat. "...a lot of blood..."