Anne ran towards Alex, who still lay on the ground. She knelt down beside him and looked at his wounds. "Alex?! Alex!" She yelled at him, worried. He seemed in and out of consciousness, but his eyes opened to look at the woman who was above him. "Oh...hey you." He greeted weakly. "I...think that may have been a little over kill. Personally." Even while weak, alex cracked a joke and a smile. He barely brought himself up before Anne wrapped her arms around his neck, even though he was covered in blood from his wound. He relaxed, but clearly he was in need of some medical attention.