What If Hamilton[On Hold]

Chapter 5

                                                   January 10, 1777

It's been almost a month since the battle. My leg stops me from doing many things but I still work. My shoulder has healed. I'm working on a letter when I hear Washington's voice. "Alex will you come here for a moment?" I get up and cruch my way down the stairs. I see a pretty lady next to Washington. She smiles at me, "Is this Alex?" I nod,"I am Alexander Hamilton ma'am." She laughed, "Call me Martha dear. My husband has told me much about you." I blush, "Is there anything else you need? If not can I get back to work?" Martha smiles, "No you can't. You need to relax sometimes. George are you working him too hard?" Washington laughs at that, "No. I can't get him to stop working. So if you know how please tell me." Martha looks at me, "Alex you seem flushed. Are you alright?" I nod, "Yes ma'am. I'm fine." She puts a hand to my cheek, "Alexander Hamilton you have a fever. To bed with you." I try to protest but she won't have it. She ushers me into bed. Washington follows. I pout at him. He laughed, "Sorry Alex I can't help you. I know better than to go against my wife's orders." She hits him playfully in the arm. He yelps. She glares at him than laughed. She smiles at me, "How old are you Alex?" I sigh. I know this question would come up. "I'm 18. My birthday is tomorrow." She kisses my forehead, "You're a baby. Why do your parents let you fight?" I choke back a sob, "They're dead ma'am." She looks shocked,"I'm sorry. That's hard." I nod. I'm about to cry. Washington sees this, "Let's let Alex rest Martha." She nods, "Get some sleep dear." That's all I hear before I fall asleep.
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"Alex. Alex you need to wake up." My eyes flutter open to see the Washington's standing at my bedside. I yawn, "Good morning. Why are you watching me sleep?"  Martha laughs, "To bring you gifts. Happy birthday." She gets out a journal. "My husband tells me you like to write. You can write your hearts content in here." I mutter thank you. Washington sit on my bed, "I got this for you a while ago but needed the right time to give it to you," he says taking out a gold pocketwatch. "Sir you shouldn't have." He smiles, "Maybe not but I did." He kisses my forehead, "You deserve it."  I then hear a knock at the door. I look up to see Hugh Mercer. "I've come to see Alexander." Martha frowns, "He has a fever. God knows for how long." Hugh smiles, "Well I better check that out."
                (George Washington's P.O.V)
Hugh goes up to Alex. He takes the quilt off and pulls down his pants so he can see the wound. Alex goes red. Martha gets up and whispers in my ear, " I think I should go." I nod. Hugh feels around the wound. Alex moans softly. Hugh frowns, "There are still bits of the ball in his leg. They're beginning to infect the wound. That explains the fever. Sir can you hold him down if needed?" I nod. I go over to Alex's bedside. Hugh starts what he needs to do. Alex grabs my hand and squeezes it hard. He doesn't make a noise. Hugh soon sighs, "I'm done. I've also redressed the wound. He should rest now." I nod, "Thank you for coming." He leaves quickly. I look back to Alex to see him sleeping.

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March 25, 1777
"Alex! Alex where are you?" It's storming outside. "Alex!" I hear a whimper from the office. I go in to see Alex on the ground crying. "Alex what's wrong?" I ask. "St-storm." I pick him up and put him on the sofa. I manage to get him to sleep. I start to work on a letter when I hear a voice. "Sir?" I smile at Alex, "Ah you're awake. I thought you'd sleep longer. Do you want to talk about what happened?" He shakes his head but begins to speak. "A hurricane destroyed my town. I didn't die. I've been scared of storms ever since." Another crack of thunder booms. Alex jumps. I go over to him. "It's alright Alex. I'll protect you." He nods and hugs me crying. I let him cry. He falls asleep soon enough and I kiss his forehead. "I love you Alex."