"Captain," Alfred corrected casually. It wasn't that he minded being called Mister (it was honestly a bit refreshing, after that sensationalist novel that had been published under his name, to realize that his reputation did not preceded him everywhere), but rather that he was only just getting to the point where he was comfortable with the title. Six months ago, he would have been embarrassed even to introduce himself as Captain, but in that span he'd had two successful underways, one of which may or may not have lead to the discovery of the lost isle of Avalon, so he felt by now that he had done at least a bit to earn the position. "Darrow. Mr. Parker is one of my sailors," he explained.
For a moment he wondered if he'd misstepped by saying as much. Would they allow him in to see a man he had no particular connection with outside a professional one? Alfred had no notion of how strict the hospital's rules were regarding such things. He determined not to ask, and continue on until someone specifically told him he had to stop. A second thought occurred to him, however, as he moved to follow the healer, and he asked with mild concern, "He hasn't been moved to somewhere with intensive care, has he? I mean, nothing's the matter?"

MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER
For a moment he wondered if he'd misstepped by saying as much. Would they allow him in to see a man he had no particular connection with outside a professional one? Alfred had no notion of how strict the hospital's rules were regarding such things. He determined not to ask, and continue on until someone specifically told him he had to stop. A second thought occurred to him, however, as he moved to follow the healer, and he asked with mild concern, "He hasn't been moved to somewhere with intensive care, has he? I mean, nothing's the matter?"

MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER