Scared of blood.

His words were ringing in my ears still when Raphael intercepted us. 

“God, what a mess! what happened?”

“I... we were dancing... then suddenly I don’t know where that waiter came from. It all happened within seconds. I was cut and your brother... he just... fainted?” I remiss the story, still mulling over what Nathaniel said.

“Oh yay. It happens whenever he sees blood. He is hemophobic,” he explained.

“What’s a party without a few drinks being spilled, right? You better put him in a more comfortable position and have someone look at him”

“What about you? Show me where you are hurt”

“Here. As I told...