Sickness ♡ㅤ (Jamilton)

♡ㅤ Chapter 3 ♡ㅤ (💕)

Around 6pm, Alexander was writing something in bed while he ate an apple. A few hair strands were in the sickly man's face and he had his spectacles rested atop his nose. He still hadn't changed out of his robe, and he saw no means to. He focused on the writing intensely, taking a bite from the apple.

The sun was setting outside of his window, so he had his candle that Thomas brought him set up right next to the bed on the night stand.

It wasn't long before Alexander's back door creaked open. Alexander glanced at the door, assuming it was Thomas. To his luck, it was. Thomas swung the door open and let himself inside, before closing and locking the door behind him. He exclaimed, "Alexander, PLEASE start lockin' your door." as he made his way to Alexander's bedroom. Thomas leaned on his doorway.

"How will you be able to break and enter into my residence if I lock my door?" Alexander questioned, lowly, as his voice croaked. Thomas rolled his eyes. "I'd find a way, probably." Thomas replied.

"How charming." Alexander muttered, glancing back down at his paper and quill which rested on his elevated lap. He took another small bite of his apple.

Thomas' eyes narrowed. "You're not doin' no work, is you?" Thomas queried, sternly. He took a few steps into the bedroom. Alexander shook his head and set the apple aside. "Writing a letter to..-" Alexander winced as his head ached. "To- To Lafayette.." Alexander said, weakly.

Thomas' gaze softened. "Can it wait?" He questioned, petting Alexander's head as Alexander was sitting up against his pillows. Alexander shook his head and pushed up his spectacles. "Mm-mm." Alexander hummed in a disapproving tone.

"Alright.. Well," Thomas started, walking over to Alexander's dresser and taking out the medicine he brought earlier. "You didn't take any of this?" Thomas queried.

Alexander shook his head. "Please don't make me take that."

Thomas stared at Alexander with slight irritation. "Alexander. You must." He said, sternly, as he walked over to Alexander with the medicine in hand. Alexander shook his pounding head, and then he whined in pain. Thomas let out a sigh.

"Lets do this one more time, mkay?" Thomas said softly, grabbing a spoon off of Alexander's bedside table. He then gently moved the paper and quill onto Alexander's nightstand. Alexander followed his movements, clearly not anticipating what's to come.

Alexander stared up at the tall dark man before him as Thomas opened the syrup, dipped the spoon in, and held the spoon up to Alexander. Alexander toyed with the lace on his robe, anxiously. "Come on, Alexander." Thomas muttered.

Alexander momentarily opened his mouth and took the spoon in it. Less begrudgingly this time around. Thomas let out a sigh of relief and he set the medicine to the side. "Good job, feddy. Now you surely ain't gonna die." Thomas said, sarcastically.

"Lovely." Alexander responded, a hint of sarcasm in his tone as well. "Can I go back to writing now?" Alexander questioned, his spectacles almost falling off of his face.

Thomas chuckled. "Hold your horses, soldier. Lets wait a moment, alright?" Thomas said, taking a seat in front of Alexander on the bed. Alexander twirled his hair and messed with the lace on his robe before saying, "Ugh. My everything hurts.." and allowing himself to lay fully on the bed.

Thomas caressed Alexander's leg comfortingly. This caused Alexander to glance up at him curiously, yet he appreciated the gesture. "What hurts, darlin'?" Thomas queried.

Alexander let out a deep sigh. "My head. My legs. My arms. My-"

Thomas chuckled softly. "Oh, Lord."

"It's true.." Alexander muttered.