There it is Beth! I couldn’t figure out a way to make this related to what Alex told Michael in 2x10, not without dealing with the whole kidnapping thing, but then I realized it didn’t have to be related. I’m not sure why this wanted to be post 2x06, but it is. Or, a slightly different version of 2x06.
My headcanons for Alex’s background here are the same as I used in setting fire to our insides (for fun).
[suicide ideation, mentions of suicide attempt, mentions of bullying and child abuse, vague description of a dead person, stab wound, vague mentions of the 2x06 scene]
spinning like a weathervane
“Hey,” Alex opens the door, blinking hard at the light. He squints and looks away from Kyle to wave him in, feeling like his head is going to split open. “Sorry.”
“Hangover?” Kyle asks.
“Yeah. It’s fine, it’ll go away.” Alex hops back on his crutch awkwardly, unstable. His left shoulder is too painful to take his weight, or he would have grabbed both crutches. Hangovers mess badly with his balance.
Kyle follows him into the living room. “I’m guessing that’s not why you called me?”
“No. I, uh, I kinda got stabbed?”
“You got what?” Kyle stammers.
“Yesterday was…complicated,” Alex mutters. He sits down on his piano bench, both because it allows him to face away from the eastern windows and because he doesn’t think he’ll be able to get up again if he lets himself get comfortable in an armchair. He leans his crutches against the keyboard.
“Are you bleeding? Show me. When did this happen?”
Alex sighs and starts trying to takes his shirt−Michael’s shirt−off. It was easier to put it on. Or maybe he just ignored the pain when he rushed to get dressed this morning, Michael and Maria’s eyes on him and discomfort seeping into his bones. It’s harder to ignore, now that his brain doesn’t register any immediate threat. Plus, both his head and his leg are killing him. He spent the whole night with his prosthesis on, almost twenty-four hours of walking and riding in a car and fucking getting stabbed, and it did a number on his stump.
“It was cleaned up and treated, but I’m pretty sure it needs a couple stitches,” he says.
“What did this?” Kyle asks, coming to kneel down in front of Alex, setting down his medical bag. “Who did this?”