With a cringe the young man found himself imagining a gut wound, and he actually shivered at the horrible thought. However when San mentioned a concussion that frown of his deepened. "Concussion? Seriously? Man that sucks..." The bright light in his eyes wasn't very pleasant, but he did his best to not wince again.
Granted the touch of the wet cloth against his nose had Alex biting his lower lip in a vain effort not to make a sound. Her touch was the only thing keeping him visible just then; concentration was right out the window as every little spark of pain just pulled at Baker's attention. Even though the gauze in his nose wasn't too bad, that head wound of his still caused his focus to shift every few seconds, and when she asked his name it took a moment to speak up...though unbeknownst to him, when Alex answered at last he had vanished all over again. "The name is Alex Baker, but most folks round here just call me Ghost."