Alina waited for Alexander's response, her heart pounding.
"I know you've got time, but..." Alexander stopped, clenching his jaw and giving a slight moan. His tense frame shuddered, and Alina put her hand on his shoulder, concerned.
"Are you alright?" Alina asked uncertainly. Anticipating what was about to happen, she stood and jumped away. She hadn't ever been able to watch people throw up, and this time was no different. Closing her eyes, she turned away and raked her hands nervously through her hair. This was not how I envisioned spending my afternoon...
The putrid smell of the retching that had resulted from Alexander's vice of drinking struck Alina, and she stiffened, trying to gather her nerves - and her stomach.
The moments that passed without either speaking were rather awkward, and Alina gnawed at her lip, trying to decide what she should do.
Finally, Alina uncovered her ears, breathing deeply. "I-I'm sorry. Ive never been able to handle people...umm...getting sick."
Alexander leaned back against his pillow, forehead creased with miserable sickness and fatigue. "Don't be sorry. I'm the one who's sorry, Alina. I didn't..." He paused, clearly working against nausea. When he was able to speak again, he continued, "I didn't want you to see me like this."
"I don't think now's the best time to talk about my life story," Alexander said quietly.
Alina knelt beside the wretchedly beautiful criminal and took one of his hands in both of hers. "I understand," she said, eyes filling with tears. "I'm so sorry, Alexander...I'm so sorry..."
And if she wasn't mistaken, there were tears in his eyes, too.