Widow cried out as Victoria screamed. He flinched as he had never heard such a reaction to the healing magic slash psionic energy going through someone. He looked at her and backed away quickly as well when she sat up and started shouting at him. Shrinking down and whimpering. Pulling his knees into his chest? Did a wind just pick up in here? A wide eyed look crossed his eyes. "N-no....I'm just hiding in here from the b-bullies." He stammered out. She was hissing and he winced seeing her spit out blood and a bullet. He pulled his knees to his chest. "They are blood tears. My body cries them whenever the heart murmurs go through my body. I am not really crying...it is my body who cries when they happen." He whispered. The stress triggered said heart murmurs and the blood tears began to trickle down his cheeks from the rapid movement of his heart. Soon as the murmurs stirred so did the paths of the blood tears that fell one after another. "I have always been made to dress this way. Now it is natural..." He said softly. He tensed a bit as she growled at him. WIping the blood tears away when they stopped happening. "W-widow. My name is Widow." He stammered out. His father was actually descended from a clan of warlocks not that he knew this. He looked down. "I...I could help mend that wound...I did it on accident...when I touched you. I did not mean to. I was trying to see my way around here as it is somewhat dark to my eyes. This is the safest place to hide as the bullies will not run here for fear of the rumored hauntings. I know this to be true as I can feel them. I can feel your pain and sorrow." He said softly. Looking to the far wall. "There is a ghost who stands in the far corner who is curious yet wary of you. I am sorry for disturbing you. I just wished to avoid a beating for my strange gifts. I am called a freak because of my gifts and because of the fact my heart murmurs make my eyes cry tears of blood." He spoke in a soft shaky voice. Nervous of her.