Hamilton Oneshots and Short Stories!!

38: Fluff, Washingdad, Lams

Alexander sneezed, breaking off into coughs as he stepped into the general's tent.

He knew that Washington had gotten word of his illness, but he was fine now. He was barely sick, just a few sneezes here and there.

"Sir, I have your letter," Alexander said hoarsely.

"Ah, Alexander. How do you feel, son? Do you need a medic to have a look at you?" Washington asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, sir. Can we return to a more professional matter? I come with a letter," Alexander pointed out.

"Oh, of course. What is it that they say?" Washington straightened up.

"They don't want to be allies. They would rather stay neutral in case of escalation," Alexander coughed, handing over the letter.

Washington quickly opened it, taking a look. Alexander sneezed.

"This may pose a problem going on, but it is not one currently. We need more supplies, however."

"I shall write to Congress, then, sir."

He moved to sit at his desk, exhaustion seeping into his bones.

"Alexander." Alexander paused. "You are sick. You need rest. We can manage with the stuff we have now. What is important is for you to heal up. You can write to Congress later."

"But sir-" Alexander sneezed.

"Later."

"Sir, I need to write! This is how we can end the revolution, we can't afford to delay things because of a couple sneezes and coughs!" Alexander argued.

"Son, don't argue with me. Go to your tent, I shall send a medic," Washington said firmly.

"Don't call me son," Alexander mumbled, too tired to continue arguing.

He swayed dangerously. Washington stood up, reaching out and steadying Alexander. His vision blurred, exhaustion muddling his brain.

Washington carefully wrapped an arm around Alexander, helping him walk. He led him to his tent. Alexander reluctantly lied down, coughs wracking his body.

"Alex- sir? What happened? Is Alexander alright?" John Laurens demanded as he stepped into the tent.

"Yes, yes. He's sick, though I have persuaded him to rest. I trust you will take care of him?" Washington asked.

"Of course, sir."

"Good."

And Washington left the tent.