Hamilton Fanfictions

Jefferson x reader The Emergency Room

A/N- hey I'm sorry I haven't been making much recently I haven't had much motivation to write and there's a lot of stuff going on right now and this chapter is actually based off of one of the recent events that's happened. Anyways onto the story.

Your POV

I'm on my high school's track team and I wouldn't say I'm amazing at running but I'm decent, just really burnt out. I've been under a bunch of stress lately and my heart rate has been through the roof and I have a track meet today. One of my team members, Thomas, is kinda the person I compete with not cuz we're in the same race cuz like the males and females are separated into different categories but we always try to see who gets a better time (most of the time it's him cuz he got a six pack and long ass legs). I was warming up and I felt really short of breath but I was able to push through it, I didn't wanna forfeit and seem like a coward. I was checking in for my race and I had much more anxiety than usual which isn't normal, and Thomas noticed.

"You finally scared of losing y/n?" He said in his usual cocky voice.

"No, there's just some tough competition in my heat." ((A/n btw a heat in track is basically a group of runners from different teams running the same race, heats are made from their times so if you have a slow time then you're in a slower heat but it depends on how many people signed up for your race.))

"I thought you'd be used to this competition?"

"LEAVE IT ALONE JEFFERSON."

Oh sh*t I just accidentally yelled.

Dead silence from both of us for two minutes.

"You've been acting like this during school too. Not gonna lie you seem more stressed, is it cuz of whatever happened with you near that ambulance with what looked like your family?"

...

*flashback two weeks ago*

I was walking over to the school my mom works at to meet her but she wasn't there ... this happens before where she's kinda late but why isn't her car in a parking spot and why is there an ambu-

Oh sh*t-

I ran over to the scene and I saw my mom leaned over a car looking paralyzed and being moved onto the stretcher. I saw my brother and my moms colleagues nearby.

"Avery what happened?" I asked my brother ((okay some people think Avery is a girls name but it's unisex and Avery is actually my brothers name))

"This guy was high and he was driving and he hit mom." He said

"WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?! IM GONNA BEAT HIS FUCKING ASS!!" I said while holding my metal water bottle threateningly.

"Okay calm down, we're not gonna do that and your mom is gonna be okay." One of my mom's colleagues said to me to "calm me down" (it didn't work)

A couple minutes later my dad came and I was sent to his car so the "adults could talk." While I was in the car I was panicking cuz what if my mom was dying? What if the guy hit someone? What if my friends saw me near the ambulance and then they'd ask questions? Will anything ever be the same?

I got home, went upstairs, and started processing what just happened.

Is my mom gonna die?

*the next day*

I'm staying home from school cuz my parents had legal stuff to do and my dad didn't feel like taking me due to the fact that he was in the emergency room with my mom all night. Luckily my mom didn't die but she's limping a lot ... will anything ever be the same again?