Revolution (Hamilton)

Blood is drawn

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''Pathetic'' Alex jokes, blocking my punch easily. Immediately retaliating, by hurling his fist towards my face. I duck, barely missing his fist, I swiftly walk around him, waiting for him to strike another blow. He chuckles taking a fighting stance, he kicks his feet forwards, almost hitting my hips, but missing them. I kick him back and hit him right in the abdomen, making him fall on the ground. ''Who is pathetic now'' I chuckle reaching my hand out to help him up. He takes my hand and pulls me down, moving so that he is on top. While I am falling I turn myself around so I don't fall on my face. I look up to see Alexanders face only inches from mine. He moves closer, putting his head in my neck, I feel like I can't breathe. ''Still you'' he whispers in my ear, making my heart flutter. I push him off of me, before I do anything stupid. Standing upright I pat the dirt of my uniform.

''It was nice sparring with you Alex. See you soon'' I goodbye, walking off. I suddenly feel Alexanders hand taking mine, pulling me back in. I spin right into his arms and he roughly presses his lips on mine. Letting his hands run trough my hair, I want to pull away, to walk off and pretend this didn't happen, but my lips keep on his. Our lips now softly brushing against each other, almost like they were made for each other. ''Alex'' I sigh, grabbing Alexanders neck and pull him closer, pressing my body against his, connecting our lips once again my heart pounding in my chest.

I wake up, shooting straight up, my chest rising and falling quickly, I look around the men around me all looking at me with an amused look on their face. ''Nightmare Debs'' Alex asks with a chuckle, looking up from his document. ''No'' I grumpily respond, getting up from the bed. The men's eyes go from joyful to surprised in seconds, looking towards my pants. I look down too, great my pants are ruined now. The red liquid colouring my pants a dark colour. The men are still staring at me, making me feel very self-conscious, I feel the blood already rushing to my cheeks. ''What you've never seen blood before? Stop staring or I

won't be the only one bleeding'' I threaten, walking towards my backpack to take my rags out. The men cough and look away, their cheeks all flushed. Alex quickly focuses his gaze back on the document, while John suddenly finds his pillow very interesting. Lafayette and Hercules just stare awkwardly at each other. Silently communicating trough their gazes. I change my pants, putting the rag in to catch the blood and then I get a wet cloth to clean up my bed and legs. After I am done, I awkwardly cough, signalling to the guys that they can look at me again. Everybody looks normal again, except for Alex who is still excessively fixated on the paper. ''Does my monthly situation make you feel uncomfortable'' I ask tauntingly, standing next to him. ''No'' he answers, looking at me, his left eye slightly twitching. ''You are lying'' I smirk, laughing at his uncomfortable body posture. ''I am not'' he repeats, his left eye twitching again. I chuckle ''You a...fuck'' I curse, my abdomen suddenly feeling like someone is driving a hundred needles into it. I groan, putting my hand on my stomach in an attempt to calm down the upset uterus.

''Are you alright?'' Alexander asks a worried look in his eyes. ''Yeah nothing I haven't been through bef..'' I double over in the pain, it feels like someone is trying to pull my bones apart, while someone is still punching and pulling on my abdomen. ''..ore'' I finish, wrapping my arms around my stomach. For a few seconds this position works and there is only peace, but then it starts again. I hear Alexander stand up and a few moments later I feel his arms around my knees and back, gently lifting me up. ''I am fine Alex, really. Put me down'' I groan, violently flapping my arms around to escape his grip. He marches on, sitting down on my bed. ''Now you are going to lay down, until you feel better or I will hold you like this till you fall asleep'' he commands, still holding me in his iron grip.

''Al right'' I sigh, Alexander puts me carefully in the bed, as if I am suddenly made of glass. I lay down in the bed, the pain still overwhelming me. I squirm around trying to find a position I which it doesn't hurt, trough my squinted eyes. I can still see all the men staring at me, a concerned look on their faces. I want to scream at them, but my body prevents me from moving then a few inches at the time. I whimper when I feel the pain multiply somehow.