Albert's not surprised Terezi is in the hospital instead of the Tower after her ordeal. He'd seen what happened between her and Felicity and it felt like his own family fighting to the death. Neither had actually died, but for that he can't be certain he's grateful. True, if they die then there's no guarantee of the Capitol returning them, but to actually have to convalesce and recover normally from such terrible injuries is a trial in itself.

He taps the rubber bottom of his cane against the edge of the door, hand without his cane full of a bouquet of red and teal snapdragons, which is what appears in the door as it swings open slowly, obscuring his face save for a shock of silver hair above it.

"Terezi?" His voice is hushed to make sure he doesn't wake her if she's not, but he hopes she's awake enough to say hello at least. It might ease the worry at the pit of his stomach that irreparable damage has been done to someone so dear.