Kip had never fainted at the sight of blood before.

And yet, when Katrina's veins lay open before him, it was all he could do to keep from swooning long enough to quickly drag her into the bathroom and wrap her arms in towels.

He hit her head on the toilet as he was pulling her in. A dark bump started to grow on her smooth forehead.

He finished wrapping her up, and ran into the kitchen. After desperately grabbing the phone from the wall and ejecting a short sentence or two, he fainted, lights out before he hit the cedar floor.