Not the most sensible thing to do, thought Sherri.Wolfram's head jerked up quickly, as if he had been snapped out of a trance. He looked as if he was going to snarl something, when he paused. Something warm, red...sticky, trickled down his hand. His skin was pale, the crimson red liquid glittering brightly against the cold, pale skin. Four marks where bleeding where he had dug his nails into his skin. His pupils narrowed. There was only one sensible thing to do.
So he did it.
In one swift movement, he whirled around, slammed his bleeding hand into the wall as hard as possible, not even a second later a shriek of pain echoing in the house.
That boy is so afraid of blood he punches a hole in the wall? Yikes. Don't say anything.
Emily quietly departed and told River what had just happened. @RiverStorm
