
Name: Nick
Age: 18
Location: The Mansion.
Thinking: "Blood. Fun."
Nick helped her up and he put his arm around her waist to help support her, "Can you walk okay?" He asked, watching her move and wince in pain. A look crossed his face; a mix of concern and sickness. He wasn't really fond of blood, but since his mom was a nurse and he had been a camp councilor for kids who liked to beat the crap out of each other, it was a common sight for him. Still grossed him out though.




