Yeah. Y-Yeah. [Bella allows the woman to take her hand, trying to focus on the soothing words, rather than the panic or the dull throb of pain from her hand. She looks down, frowning against the wave of nausea at all the blood, then lifts her chin, swallowing tightly.]

Sort of dumb, huh? All this, and it's...it's the sight of blood I'm freaked out by. I'm sorry. Um, thank you.