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There was no secret about the fact that Alex had some stalkerish and obsessive tendencies, and these were tendencies that Alex had carried with him even before he met Slade, but with that said, his tendencies did worsen with this strife between them. Alex watched Slade as much as he could, both for his own entertainment and in case he saw him commit an act he could use as blackmail. It could be said that this was kind of a dickish move on Alex's end, but when one considered the kind of harassment Alex faced on a routine basis at the hands of the assassin, no one faulted him for it. Alex's actions were much tamer than Slade's were, and when it came down to it, Slade even benefited from the man's obsessive behavior more often than not. A prime example of this would be what happened that morning.
Most would assume that the feds would be more attentive when it came to the safety of their staff members, but Slade knew from personal experience how incorrect that was, and when he started to doubt that fact, he was hit with a harsh reminder. It had snowed that morning, and while the roads had been cleared, there were several areas that hadn't been touched. This served to be an irritation to Slade, but it was one he could handle, as the entrance he tended to favor had a path cleared for him, which he was thankful for, or at least for five seconds. It was cold outside, and because of that he rushed a bit in order to get inside faster, and because of that fact combined with whatever unimaginable force he pissed off, he didn't see the thin layer of ice that covered the steps, and of course no one put any salt down. Slade had fallen countless times in his life, but that hurt. He ran up the steps and busted his ass as he fell backwards. It wouldn't have been so bad except for the fact he couldn't stand back up. It was times like this that he learned to appreciate Alex's stalkerish tendencies. It took a matter of minutes for Alex to come down to save him.
“Maybe you should ask for a Life Alert necklace for Christmas.” Alex noted as he looked down at the other man, unable to miss the look he received in return or the sound that came out of him when he moved the slightest bit. “Can you stand up?”
“I wouldn't be on my ass if I could stand.” Slade reasoned in a much harsher tone than what was needed, not missing how the scientist raised his hands in surrender before he did his best to calm himself so he could ask for some help. “Fuck, I think I broke a hip—”
“You're fine.” Alex remarked with a sense of dismissal, much to the irritation of the other man, taking a moment to take in the scene before he knelt down to assist him onto his feet. “Here.”
Alex knew, based on how hard Slade fell and the fact that he didn't stand up on his own, that he was hurt, but to hear Slade scream in the manner he did made him a bit more concerned than he would like to admit. Slade was in so much pain that he almost fell for a second time, and if it wasn't for Alex, he would have. Alex more or less had to carry Slade to the lab due to how much pain Slade was in, and once the two of them arrived, the examination started. Alex could see after Slade’s pants came off how bruised and swollen his side was, and the more he examined it, the more he realized how correct Slade was about his assumption.
“Yeah, that's broken.” Alex noted as he finished the examination, not missing the look he was handed at this statement before he continued. “Now I sound like an asshole.”
“You think!?” Slade snapped as he watched the scientist leave, not bothering to hide his disdain when he returned with a wheelchair in hand. “Is that a wheelchair?”
“Well, unless you have a better idea.” Alex responded as he assisted the man into the wheelchair, taking notice of how tight he held onto him due to the amount of pain he was in. “Now to the hospital.”