It took Xavier far longer than he ever would admit to to focus on Alastair's form at his side and even longer to sit up fully in bed. Every move he made felt like he was at the bottom of a pile of weights. He had experienced many, many things in his lifetime when it came to pain but this? This was unlike anything he had ever experienced before and he was not ok with it. Especially since he had no idea as to what happened. The last thing he remembered was leaving Mr. Fenwick sleeping in his bed and heading back to his office and now here he was in a very unfamiliar place with Alastair sitting at his bed with a look that Xavier swore was concern but certainly that couldn't be directed towards him...could it? There was no way that Alastair would ever look at him like that, especially not after the last conversation they had had. In fact, he was rather surprised to see Alastair sitting. He didn't think he was going to see Alastair again for quite some time and yet here he was.
"Very unpleasant. Where am I? This is not Mungo's." And that is where he should have been. He was a healer, he knew enough to know that something was wrong but he had no idea what and that bothered him. It bothered him even more that he was ill and this clearly was not Mungo's. If he wasn't in Mungo's where the hell was he and more importantly, what the hell had happened?
"Would you care to tell me what happened? I...do not remember and I am not ok with that."