"Alex!" He said softly, walking over to her. He crouched beside her, and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Get off me" She slurred, but made no effort to shrug his hand away
"What's happened?" Gene asked "Who's done this to yer?"
"You" Alex said coldly. She lifted her head and stared at him. Gene swallowed hard and removed his hand from her shoulder.
"I'll go." He said, awkwardly. He stood up and headed for the door. "That's it Hunt." He thought "walk away like that coward you are." He stopped in his tracks and turned back to face Alex.
"What exactly have done to upset you, Madame Fruitcake?" He demanded
"One minute you treat me like I'm special, like I mean something t o you. Then you treat me like shit and don't listen to a bloody word I say!" She said, emotionless. Gene hated this. Seeing her so upset that she didn't have the energy to shout or scream or hurl insults in all directions.
Gene looked away from her eyes and saw empty bottles of wine laid around her.
"Bolly, have you drunk all these ter yerself?" He asked, picking up a bottle, and holding it in the air.
"What the hell has it got to do with you?" She asked"
"You should go ter bed, sleep it off" He told her
"How can I? You've kicked my bloody door in. You expect me to sleep here knowing anybody can come in an attack me again?" She shouted, her eyes flickering closed every so often
"No" He mumbled. Gene sat on the sofa next to where she sat, and rested his head in his hands
"I...I don't feel too good..." Alex announced, standing up and feeling week and unsteady.
"Well you won't with all of that wine inside yer" He said. Gene waited for a tremendous vomiting sound, but none came. Instead a mighty thud came from beneath him, shaking the floor. He looked down to see Alex laid at his feet, unconscious.
"Shit!" He cursed, diving onto the floor next to her. "Bolly? Bolly! Wake up! Alex!" He shouted, gently slapping her face. She moved slightly but did not wake.
He picked her up and flung her arm around his neck. He held her legs and supported her back, just as he had done when she had first arrived at Fenchurch East. There was no other option. He couldn't leave her e, with the door wide open and oblivious to the world around her. He would have to take her to the only place with a spare bed. His house.