"JILL! What happened? Are you alright??" Jack exclaimed when he saw the smear of sticky blood across the back of her hand. All thoughts of rooms or exploration left his mind. Grabbing her hand, Jack examined it closely but couldn't find any cut, scrape or wound on her skin. "Is this yours? I don't see an injury on your hand. Are you hurt somewhere else?" Jack started to look over the rest of Jill, opening her jacket and checking her shirt for signs of blood