Alexander rushed down to the med station, hoping that he wasn't late. Without the damn clocks running, he had no idea what time it was. He'd checked in on Levon and Dad quick, but then he knew he had to get down to help Leto out. Pushing the door open, he noticed Leto immediately and went to her.
"How're you holding up?" He asked quietly, glancing around for scrubs to change into. Right now all of his concentration was on Leto. She had to be calm enough to do this, and he was going to do his best to make sure she was okay. Grabbing some scrubs off the pile, he turned and notice Micah walking out of the bathroom. He held back a growl, opting instead for a glare in Micah's direction.
"If he tries to mess with you at all, Leto, I'll take him down. I swear." Alexander didn't see himself as much of a fighter, but he would do anything to protect his family.