That's definitely an abnormal amount of blood. Alec sighs, absently drying his hand on his poncho. The blood smear stands out starkly on otherwise immaculate white.

"Lift his hand over his heart," he suggests, after a moment's shuffling through the information his memory supplies, "You got a styptic pencil handy?"

He doesn't see what Yuri is so worked up about. It's a lot of blood, sure, but it's not like the guy is dying yet. Probably.