Caleb didn't fully realize that his words about the blood might not being his could possibly look bad. When one is covered in blood that isn't his, one might think he killed someone. But he just let his sister guide him into her apartment and towards the bathroom. He started to wheeze and clenched his eyes shut as he braced himself against the sink,
"Al...Adrian...there was so much blood...I tried," he placed on of his hands over the other as he remembered trying to stop the bleeding and the dark blood running through his fingers and over his hands, "It was supposed to be me...it was meant for me. He shouldn't...I..." he sunk to his knees and despite his best effort a single tear snuck out and made it's way down his cheek.