What If Hamilton[On Hold]

Chapter 1

December 1, 1776

I am nervous when General Washington wanted to see me. I step into his office.

"Is this a good time sir?" I ask softly.

He smiles at me, "Yes it is. Have a seat."

"Sir, am I in trouble? I don't remember doing any-" He cuts me off.

"You didn't do anything wrong. I called you here because I want you to be my aid. I need someone who can write like you. Someone with your bravery-"

"I'm not brave," I protest. I blush when I realize I interpreted, "Sorry," I mutter. I would be honored to serve as your aid. When do I start?"

"Right away Colonel Hamilton. You can-"

"You never said you were promoting me." Realizing I interpreted again I blush fiercely.

"It's the rank of an aid-de-camp. As I was saying you can join us for supper."

December 5, 7176

We are crossing the Delaware River. The British are firing at us. Washington wants to be the last. I see someone aim at Washington. I push him out of the way and the bullet hits my shoulder and I cry out. Washington gives me a look then sees the blood. His eyes widen as he realized what I did. We get onto the boat. I sit next to Washington. The pain is really bad, but I try to hide it. He tries to stop the blood.

"You shouldn't have done that, Alex."

"It would have hit you instead. You can't die," I gasp out the words.

I feel faint. When we get to the other side Washington has his personal surgeon look at my shoulder. It hurts like hell. I am given nothing to bite as he prods for the bullet so I bite my lip to force myself not to cry out. The bullet takes a great deal of digging to remove. I lose a lot of blood. Washington helps me to my room.

"You need to be more careful. I can't afford to lose you." That's all I hear before the world turns black.

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When I wake up it is morning. I get up and manage to get dressed. I know Washington will be in on me but I don't care. He is in the hallway when I get out.

"Alex you shouldn't be up. You should be resting-"

"Sir, I'm right-handed. I can still write. Anyway it doesn't hurt that much."

He sees right through my words. It still hurts very much. He doesn't let me work. I won't rest though. Washington is annoyed by me trying to help. When the doctor comes he says the wound is fine and painful more than anything. I give Washington a "I told you so" look. After that Washington lets me work. By the end of the day I'm so tired I feel ready to fall over.
December 10, 1776
I have a fever. I go over to Washington.
"Sir, may I be excused?" He gives me a look. He bearly knows me but he knows I'm a hard worker and am always the last to bed. "I have a headache," I mutter. And I do.
He smiles at me, "Of course you may Alex. Are you feeling alright?"
I start to say I'm fine then the world turns black.
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December 15, 1776
When I wake up Washington is at my side.

"Sir?"

"You're awake! Don't ever scare me like that again."

I smile, "I'll try not to. How long has it been?"

"Five days. You've been delirious. The fever has lowed and the doctor says you're still weak. You need to stay in bed for while yet"

"But Sir! I am fine"
This eyes are pitiful.

"You are not fine and you are going to rest. That's an order."

"Yes sir," I say sadly.

He kisses my forehead. "Good night Alex."