Keith relaxed involuntarily as a wave of dizziness crashed into him. He listened to the nurses words, and tried to force himself to calm down. Once they had left and he regained his breathing, he looked to Alex. The look on his face wasn't that of someone wanting pity, or of someone even in pain. No, he was confused. Why had she come here, and why was she sitting by his bed?<br/><br/>"Alex?" He asked, his voice a bit weak. He knew she knew what happened, but that wasn't what he was going to ask. In all honesty, he didn't really want to know. Forcing a steely, arctic calming of his pain receptors, he forced himself to sit up and breath as he talked to her. "My mother won't come here, not for me. She probably won't even pick up the phone." Keith paused for just a moment "Do you know where my things are? I need to get out of here" He asked