There's always a bleeder at my house

Seriously.  If it's not Honey, then it's K.  He gets up this morning and blows his nose.  And the bleeding starts.  It's so bad that he stays behind while I walk the dog.  She's all down in the mouth because she hates it when we don't all do absolutely everything together (so cute), so she keeps stopping to check behind us just in case he's trying to catch up to us somehow.  We get back and it's like a full on horror movie in the bathroom.  Blood all over the sink and toilet.  He looks like a bad vampire cliche.  After an hour of this, I finally convince him we need to go to the medical unit.  We go.  They get him all set up with the proper pinching technique and we wait for another 40 minutes or so for it to clot.  He's now been bleeding for 2 hours.  At the 3 hour mark I finally had to leave him there and come to work.  Before I abandoned him to the care of Kay and Ruth, he looked up at me with his bloody and dripping face (man that beard holds a lot of blood) and told me he didn't think he could do the shopping today.  In fact, maybe today is a sick day for K.  Lucky.