Chapter 3.
Looking the officer up and down, he had to admit the uniform still had the power to intimidate a man like him, a man like Alexander. Alex himself couldn't believe he'd been the only one to stop and call the police. Hell he couldn't believe he'd been the only one to see the body get dumped. But in all honesty it was a bright Miami morning and if he hadn't been stalling for time before work he would have never noticed. Not anymore at least, there used to be a time where he had eyes like a hawk and would've spotted the car, the body, the speed, and a number of other things but all he can say to the officer in front of him is "Good Morning."
God he wants to smack himself, he was all nerves and stutters as the cop glares first at the body and then at him. Preparing himself he starts to recount what he'd seen. Telling the cop that he'd been slowly running late for work and had just been driving with traffic when a car sped by him and within seconds of passing him the door had opened and the body had fallen out. And Alex determined to do his civic duty had dialed 911. He hoped he wasn't sounding too idiotic but god he wasn't used to this. Even the dispatcher's questions had thrown him off his game, off his life. The questions the cop was asking seemed just as routine as they were years ago but still the pressure and heat was getting to him. He hadn't been prepared for the rush of memories or the heat of the sun beating down upon him. Usually at this point in the day he was stuck in a stuffy classroom or gymnasium. But here in the light of day he was feeling the buzz under the skin, the rush, the thrill, the exciting new adventure that death had once brought upon his doorstep.
But no longer. Alex had to stop mid-thought and berate his subconscious. He couldn't let the old interfere with the new. He had to be himself, his new self. Forcing himself to remember who he is, at least right now. He finishes telling the officer about five minute crime scene he witnessed. But now he has to wait. Just like it used to be, except now he was the bystander. Forcing himself to breathe through the pained memories he started to cough just a bit.
The heat was definitely getting to him. He tries to breathe through the coughing spell like usual but something wasn't right. His vision was blurring and he just couldn't breathe. It was too much. He was moving back to his car for some water when something stopped him. Or should he have thought someone. Looking up Tony…no Alex couldn't help but blink at the hand holding the bottle of water and the other one reaching down and assisting him to stand and drink some of the water. He couldn't help but gasp as the coolness hit his throat. It helped him come back to the present. Feeling the air in his lungs, he takes a breath and looks up into his saving grace's eyes and can't help it when a "I'm Alex" comes out.