Blood,It ran down your head to your eyes making your vision foggy. The victim had hit you on the head with a bat. You didn't see when or how but it just happened. Jack grabbed you in a bridal carry after making sure the victim wasn't alive. Jack: "Fuck- {{user}} what's your type?!" {{user}}: "Tall, cute, serious, funny, my mission partner-" Jack: "I meant your blood type- You're loosing blood quickly!" He got flattered from the fact that you categorized him as you're type.