What If Hamilton[On Hold]

Chapter 2

December 20, 1776

We are planning to attack Trenton. I still have a fever but Washington doesn't know. He thinks it's gone. I'm still weak and Washington knows it. General Gates should be here soon.

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General Gates has insulted Washington. I am leading him out of camp.

"Stop or I'll shoot you." The voice comes out if the darkness.

Gates continues to walk. A gun goes off. A bullet goes through my leg. I scream in pain. Gates is gone. Hopefully he's out of the camp. I make my way back to headquarters. I try to get past Washington but he sees me.

"How did it-"

He stops when he saw the blood. He picks me up and carries me to my bed. I don't try to stop him. The doctor says it's no more than a graze.

"Alex you need to rest."

"But sir, I'm fine. You don't need to worry."

"If you want to be apart of the attack you need to rest."

"Fine"

He and the doctor walk out.

"I'm worried about him Hugh. His shoulder still haven't healed"

I haven't realized it was General Hugh Mercer who had dressed my wound. Washington comes back in.

"How are you feeling Alex?"

"Fine. Sir?"

He smiles at me, "Yes Alex?"

"Will you stay up with me until I fall asleep?"

"Of course I will Alex. Good night."

He kisses my forehead, "Sleep well my boy."

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When I wake up it is still dark. Washington is sleeping in a chair by my bed. My shoulder hurts badly. My leg wound despite just being a graze hurts like hell. I moan softly. Washington wakes up to the sound. I'm trying to get up.
"Alex. You need to stay in bed. Hugh says you still have a fever and I'm sure your shoulder still hurts."
"But sir! I just want to help."
As I get up I hit my shoulder hard on the headrest. I cry out. My shoulder hurts like hell. Tears are in my eyes. I lower my head so Washington won't see. I feel warm blood leaking from the wound. Washington makes me lay down and calls for a doctor. I moan softly.
"Alex this just proves my point. You're too stubborn and prideful. You need to rest. I don't want to lose you. Stay in bed. That's an order from your commander."

I know better than to agure, "Yes sir."
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It's time to attack. My shoulder still hurts badly but not even orders from General George Washington could make me not go. And he knows it. I'm nervous. This is the first battle I don't have a command. I hope we cross soon.
Washington's voice jolts me out of my thoughts, "What time is it Alex?"
"Almost ten sir."
He sounds so stressed. I know he doesn't want me to come but he knows I would go even if he ordered me to stay here. This way I'm near him and less likely to get hurt.
"Alex?"
I jump, "Yes sir?"
"Are you alright?"
"Yes sir. Just thinking."
He smiles, "You're always thinking," he teases.
I blush, "Sorry sir. I should be playing attention."
"We're about to cross."