Alex's hand clenched the steel bed-frame of Rheese's bed harder the longer he heard Detective Hammer talked. He knew now why Rheese despised him so much. He smirked at Rheese's sarcasm, but when the room went silent he started to act, knowing that Rheese didn't want to do this by himself.
"Oh yeah. We're all you, a paranoid old man, with an ego bigger than the camera that follows him around all day, and whose paranoia only grows as he worries and tries to figure out which of the fan girls trying to get close to him actually want to kill him. So, Detective Hammer," Alex emphasized the detective, putting air quotes around it as he spoke,
"Please do enlighten us on how we feel about you." Hammer's plain face warped into one noticeably trying to prevent an outburst.
"Was I talking to you, kid?" He said, his voice peppered with sourness.
Alex's hand released it's death grip on the bed.
"No, but you should be, instead of the one who was as you said earlier, previously unconscious. So if you want answers you can talk to me, because visiting hours are from friends and family, and seeing as you are neither, I ask you to leave."