"A small atomic blast!?" She puts a finger under his chin and tips his face up to the light, hissing under her breath as she sees the nasty purple mottling running along his left temple down to his cheek. "Good Lord have mercy."

She doesn't seem nearly as pissed as she stalks away. "Don't move." She grabs the ice bucket off the side board, and reaches into the tiny trash can to steal a fresh bin liner. She's muttering under her breath as she moves. "Betty will have my hide if you go home looking like that."

She turns to fix him with a look (Alex is a mother; she's perfected that look) and disappears out the door to look for the ice machine. She's only gone a few minutes.