After a week and a half, she couldn't take it anymore. At least for a moment, she had to escape the white lights of the hospital and the intoxicating smell of chlorine. So she woke Criss up to watch over her uncle, and she headed outside.

"A smoke, I need a smoke"

And she didn't want to be alone either, so she called him, even if it was 2 am and she barely knew him... Alexander was kind to both herself and Criss this past week.

"And he did tell me to write him if I needed anything..."