Alex first. And Katherine. Both assuming. Of course they both assumed. The girl was dying, slowly. Her pulse less and less no matter how much pressure he placed on her wounds. "No, I didn't. I opened the door and she was just lying there, bleeding, and she'll die, she will die unless we do something about it."
Hal glanced from Katherine, looking worried for him more than anything else, begging him to tell her that he hadn't done it. And Alex. That look on her face was distrust. And he knew so well how this played out.
"I didn't do anything." he said again, trying to fight every single instinct he had. "I wouldn't. Not again, and not like this. Alex you know me, you know even if I was on the blood would I be this public with it? Would I be sitting here trying desperately to save this girl? This wasn't me, this was someone else and this was a sick attempt to...I don't know, force our hand?" He hated it, he despised feeling like he didn't have a way out of this. And the poor girl. Confused, in shock, slipping in and out of conciousness.
"I can save her." he commented finally, still unable to look away from Alex. "...if that's saving?"