In New York (A Lams Fic)

Chapter 12: Stay Alive

(FUCK IM SO FUCKING SORRY I CRIED WHILE WRITING THIS. I APOLOGIZE. MADDIE NOT EVEN YOU DESERVE THIS SHIT)

John PV:
  I was at the mall, looking at some shirts to buy for Alexander. I thought maybe it was a nice way to start talking to him again. I still loved him even after what he did. But then I heard someone yell. There were screams. I didn't know what was happening, so I hid and tried to call Alex to tell him I love him. He didn't answer. I was hiding behind a bin when I saw the gun.

Alex PV:
"Hercules, come over here," I was shopping with Hercules and Lafayette because there was nothing to do without John and the sisters still wouldn't talk to me except at lunch at times, "Would Laurens like this shirt? He's still barely talking to me after what I did." My eyes filled with regret after remembering what happened.
  My phone started ringing but I wasn't able to find it in the mess that was my backpack with so many papers. It had stopped ringing by the time I did find it. I had a missed call from John. It started ringing again about 25 minutes later, but this time it was a number I didn't recognize. I picked up anyway.
"Hello," said the woman on the other line, "Is this Alexander Hamilton?"
"Yes," I responded, "What's happening?"
"This is the Jackson Hospital in South Carolina," she started to speak and I filled with fear, "John Laurens has been shot... The bullet lodged in his upper thigh."
"Is he alive?"
"Yes, but you have to understand, there's a high chance he may not make it, so I recommend saying your goodbyes... I'm so sorry..."
I dropped all of my clothes and went to the car. I cried for five minutes before Hercules and Laf came out.
"What's going on?" Lafayette asked.
"I need to go to South Carolina," I said, "John was shot."
"We're coming with you," Hercules said as he got in the back seat. I started driving. There was no speaking. Just absolute silence and tears dripping from our faces. I never liked the quiet before.

Time Skip (still Alex's PV):
  It took 12 hours of driving all night with no stops, but finally we arrived at Jackson Hospital. I ran up to the desk and asked if we could see John; I could but Laf and Hercules weren't in his emergency numbers, so I went in alone. He was alive but just barely. He was laying on the hospital bed with tubes in his arms and side. He was so close to death.
"John..." My voice cracked when I said his name and tears started dripping down my face. I pulled up a chair and sat next to his bed. "I'm sorry, John, my love. I'm so sorry." This was the first time I ever told him he was my love, " I was just never enough for you. John, you deserved so much better." I trailed off and tears were streaming down my cheeks.
"Alexander," he looked over at me and started coughing a little.
"Yeah," I wiped my tears away but more came, "it's me, John" I held his hand.
"Don't cry," he reached his hand up and wiped my tears for me "Baby, I'm gonna live. For you. And you've.. you've done enough. You are enough, dear." He coughed again. I struggled to breathe seeing him in pain.
"John, I'm so sorry... I didn't know this would happen... I...I..." More tears fell, "John, please, I love you... Stay alive for us..."
I kissed his hand. And he looked over at me.
"Alexander," his voice sounded broken, "I love you"
He'd never said it before, but I had already known he loved me as much as I loved him. More tears rushed down my face.
"I know. I know." I tried to speak calmly but then his heart monitor went flat. I felt his hand go limp. My heart dropped. John Laurens was dead. My love, my life, my reason to live on was gone.