[Caroline holds up her palm to face him, completely covered in tacky red blood. She's staring down at the bedspread of the bed, squinting as though she's trying to see through whatever it is that's hiding the source.]
The bed has blood on it. I can't see the blood? But it's there and it's wet, like it happened recently.
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The bed has blood on it. I can't see the blood? But it's there and it's wet, like it happened recently.