(( Well, Alex has a one in three shot of being the father... if she's pregnant ))
Angelina was laying under the covers wearing the pale blue hospital gown. Her hair was combed and placed in a ponytail, and her face was cleaned from the dried blood. A deep purple bruise was on her left cheek. A band aid, called a butterfly band aid, held the cut along her right eyebrow together. Her lip had stopped bleeding, and the cut was visible, yet healing over. She slowly opened her eyes, the brightness of the white room hurt so she quickly closed them. Slowly she opened them again seeing Alex. Slowly she smiled, even though it hurt the cut on her lip. "Hi." Her voice was just above a whisper.