What was happening didn't actually register in Tobias's mind until the blood began to spurt out of the wounds, covering Tobias's hand and splattering against his face and chest. He stumbled back several feet until back hit the sink, watching Simms with wide eyes as the guy tried to stop the bleeding before falling to his knees. Tobias lifted his hand, somehow shocked to find he was holding the bloody paring knife. He dropped it like it had burned him and it fell with a clatter to the kitchen floor. What had he done?
Tobias tried to say he was sorry but all that came out was "I'm so-" before he lost his voice, his panic overwhelming all else. He tried to yell for help, looking up frantically at the cameras, but the words came out as a whisper. Why weren't they doing something? Action suddenly triggered in Tobias's head and he quickly turned to grab some napkins off one of the trays of food. He ran over to Simms to try and press the napkins to his throat. There was so much blood that his stomach revolted and he gagged, managing to keep the vomit at bay. Tobias felt faint, his knees weak and shaking. The overwhelming metallic smell of it was something he wasn't sure he would ever be able to forget after this was all over.