Alex breathed a sigh of relief (he was so sick of these alarms, of Annika rushing in to pick him up from some hospital or other, depending on where a seizure struck--so sick of the way he kept disrupting her life, even though he told himself that was the wrong way to think (but a father shouldn't do this to his kid)--) and shoved a hand through his curly hair. It was starting to go slightly grey at the sides.