Falling From the Sky

1. An old and supposedly dead dude falls from the sky

RIYA POV

I wasn't expecting this. ANY of this. Not one bit, because it should be impossible. But it wasn't, because the proof was right in the middle of the intersection. I was coming home from my school late when I saw them fall out of the sky. Snapping out of my thoughts, I realized he was going to get run over if somebody didn't rescue him, so I ran out onto the intersection, and dragged him onto the sidewalk. Several cars screeched to a halt and the drivers angrily honked at me. I signaled an apology to them before turning my attention to the body. It was night, and really rainy. I took out my phone, not caring whether or not it got wet, turned on the flashlight, and started to examine this supposedly dead person. They seemed to be wearing 18th century clothing, and I realized they were not dead, just barely breathing. I nearly screamed when I realized they were bleeding. I looked at the face, and was shocked to see a resemblance to Lin-Manuel Miranda. It can't be...it just can't! Were my thoughts as I ripped off a part of my shirt and wrapped it around the wound. There's no way in hell this guy is Alexander Hamilton!

I had to lift him up by the shoulder and drag him home. He wasn't that heavy, but still, lugging a whole body on your shoulder is pretty hard when your house is like, a gajillion miles away! I eventually arrived, soaked to the bone, and dragged him in. I lay him down on the couch. The wound was starting to bleed through the cloth. Realizing he wouldn't live long if I didn't take action, I quickly ran upstairs and got a medical kit. I just happened to be a nurse-in-training, but couldn't take him to the doctor because if he really was Alexander Hamilton and they recognized who he was, then all hell would break loose. I grabbed some bandages and disinfectant, and slowly unwrapped the clothing. I grimaced at the amount of blood on the cloth, but I didn't have time to focus on it. I threw it away, and turned my attention to the wound. I realized that he had been shot. Oh, that's right! I thought, mentally facepalming. This must have been after he got shot by Burr! I had watched the Hamilton musical on Disney Plus before, so I knew pretty much what had happened in his entire lifespan. I grabbed tweezers, and carefully took the bullet out of the wound. His body tensed up as I did. I then put the bullet on the table, grabbed the disinfectant, and dabbed it onto the wound with a piece of cotton. Lastly, I wrapped the bandages around his chest, threw a blanket over him, and went to bed.