Being injured was...not fun. You were stuck in the hospital, with not a lot to do, just waiting to recover. It didn't help when half your face was covered in bandages, and it hurt to move your mouth, or scratch an itch, or anything else you would take for grants. If Alex didn't miss his guess then he was missing an eyebrow or two as well, which just didn't look good at all. And hospitalization didn't leave him much leeway to do anything, given how recently the surgery was.

He didn't get visitors really, which he supposed he was fine with, even though it only left him watching tv or otherwise just resting. He had no family to come visit, and he didn't have much friends outside of professional work, whom he wouldn't want visiting him if they were busy, or he didn't expect anyone to show up just to see him. It wouldn't even a critical injury at that, thanks to quick action and skin grafts. It was just an annoyance (If only the doctors could see the same thing)

On the plus side, it did give him time to think, and plan ahead. Obviously the Librarian was a big issue, but more pressing was this serial bomber Carton. He was erratic, irrational, and couldn't be trusted. He'd made that as clear himself. But with the Tome he had, he was untouchable as long as one didn't have the element of surprise or persisted in being vulnerable to explosions. He would have to ask the tech department if they had some way of dealing with that, since he had the sneaking suspicion that Carton would strike again soon. Whatever his motive was, it more than likely would keep him going. Alex grimaced as he smiled. Next time, he'd be ready.