helpless (lams oneshots)

laurens interlude

sad shit not involving eliza, modern, short. announcement at the end of the chapter!!

I may not live to see our glory.

Alexander's head perked up at the sound of the phone ringing. He lunged across the bed and ripped it from the charger, John's name flashing across the screen.

But I will gladly join the fight.

Whoever was talking to Alex was not John. The person introduced himself as Dr. Reynolds. He informed Alex he was under John's emergency contact and suggested he get to the hospital right away.

And when our children tell our story.

Alex had practically sprinted out the door and to his car, driving quickly to the hospital as thoughts of his boyfriend filled his head. He remembered how John had yelled at him, calling him a bastard. Alexander arrived at the hospital and yelled John's name. A nurse appeared and sadly shook her head. She led him to John's room.

They'll tell the story of tonight.

The doctor explained John had gotten in a fight with a police officer. John had an open bottle of alcohol on him and the cop approached and advised him to put the bottle away before he gave John a ticket. Of course, John was tipsy and refused.

The officer wrote a ticket and offered John a ride home. John was... offended to say the least. He threw his hands in the air, making it seem like the bottle was above his head to swing at the officer.

John was shot. Twice.

The first bullet grazed John's side, the second struck him in his ribs.

Alex wasn't lucky enough to arrive at the hospital with John still alive. His breath caught in his throat as he looked down at the other, bandages wrapped tightly around his stomach revealed small bloodstains that had seeped through the material.

He started to sob into his hands, his head pounding. This couldn't be real.

John's sister Martha had shown up, pulling Alexander into a tight embrace as they cried.

The doctor informed them that Henry had requested his remains be sent to South Carolina where he would be cremated and his ashes would be kept there.

As much as Alex wanted to protest this, he knew he could not. He was not direct family, Henry would win this battle.

Tomorrow there'll be more of us.

The weeks that followed were hard for Alexander. He did not get a cliche ending- he did not get to hold John's hand as he passed. He did not get to be John's final sight.

The funeral was tough- Alexander spoke. His speech was more light-hearted yet everyone teared up. Even Henry.

Alexander had a necklace made for him after a long debate with Henry. Eleanor had won the fight, really. She made the men come to their senses, Alexander getting a small portion of the ashes to be made into a locket.

He wore it every day- not a day passed where he would not kiss the locket and slip it over his head to remind him of his dearest Laurens.

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