Strahm was in the hospital, upset but with a letter of support that he received from you on the table. He was standing at the side of the bed not wanting to be lying down and look vulnerable, he wasn't expecting any visitors until he saw someone standing at the door and he already knew who it could be. He wasn't very happy to receive your visit but he was always respectful towards you. Strahm looked at the person behind the door still with his hoarse voice and a card in his hands, he was wearing his gown and had a bandage on his throat.