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𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆•𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚊𝙷𝚊𝚔𝚒. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚊𝙷𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝙿𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍.
𝚈/𝙽 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗.
𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎? 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙.
𝚃𝚆:𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊
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      𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘/𝐍 𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘/𝐍(𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠) 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘/𝐍 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝.

     Alexander and Y/N had just finished up their first cabinet meeting, and Washington called Alex to his office, probably to yell at him for insulting Jefferson and Madison. Y/N stood a medium distance away from Washington's office to wait for Alex.

   Suddenly, Y/N got the urge to throw up. He went to a bathroom that was nearby where he was standing, shut the door, and threw up. Once he finished, he looked down at the toilet. There wasn't much, not enough to raise alarms, but he'd coughed up a decent amount of blood.

   He figured he was just coming down with an illness and that it would pass eventually. Y/N wiped the blood off of his mouth and flushed the toilet before leaving the bathroom. When he got out, Alexander was waiting for him. "𝙊𝙝, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚.." he said.

"𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖠𝗅𝖾𝗑, 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆.." Y/N answered before changing the subject,"𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖶𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍?"

    "𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨." Alexander shrugged before nodding his head towards the exit. "𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤?" Y/N nodded, and the two men exited the building.

*Three month later*

   At this point, it wasn't just an illness anymore. Y/N was in horrible agony every single day, but he was desperately trying to act fine, which was getting harder to do by the day. He was coughing up so much blood and petals that he could hardly breathe when it happened.

   Thankfully, the disease didn't make itself too much of a problem in public.

  Until one day..

   Alexander and Y/N were at a small meeting with George Washington, James Madison, and Thomas Jefferson. Thomas and James sat on one side of the table, Alexander and Y/N sat on the other, and Washington sat at the end of it.

   Y/N felt a small itch in his throat, which usually happened when he was about to cough up blood, but he didn't think it would be much on the first cough.

   He put his fist to his mouth and let out a small cough, which splattered his fist in an amount of blood that wasn't normal for him. He got a little bit panicked and stood up. "𝖤𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆.." he said before leaving.

*𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏'𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒗*

   When Y/N left the room, James caught a  glimpse of blood on his hand. It wasn't much, but it was noticable. James stood up,"𝑬𝒙𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌.."he said quietly.

    James went to bathroom and heard Y/N coughing loudly. He softly knocked on the bathroom door. "𝒀/𝑵.. 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?" He whispered.

  The coughing stopped and he heard Y/N whisper back. "𝖭𝗈, 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖽..."

    "𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑?" James said in a gentle tone.

    James heard a soft click, and the door opened slightly. He took that as an invitation to step in, and saw Y/N in a puddle of blood and flower parts.

    He rushed over to Y/N and sat next to him. "𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝖬𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇.."  Y/N whispered to him, laughing softly.

    "𝒀/𝑵, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅?" James said frantically. "𝑾𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓."

     "𝖸'𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐," Y/N said. "𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.."

    "𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌?" He spoke calmly.

   "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒀/𝑵?" James said back, panicked.

   "𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾.." Y/N replied, smiling.
  
    James' eyes widened and his movements became even more frantic. "𝑵𝒐, 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒀/𝑵. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆.."

   Y/N stared at James, his tone sad. "𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎?"

    Y/N could feel himself slowly drift in and out of consciousness. "𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒀/𝑵.." James said, his voice coming out choked, and Y/N could faintly see tears streaming down his face. "𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖."

   Then it all went black.