Let Me Inside Your Heart || Jamilton

"So you love me?"

Alexander awoke to the sound of the front door closing.
He opened his eyes, dazzling yellow sunlight flooding his vision and momentarily blinding him due to the sudden extreme brightness. He opened his mouth and let out an involuntary groan, a sound which only worsened his discomfort as it buzzed through his skull and furthered the horrible pain in his head. He buried his face into the soft fabric of his pillow, blocking out the light. He curled his body into a tight ball, a horrible nausea present in his stomach. He felt his chest burning and his entire body felt cold, but in the next breath he was entirely too hot. This persisted, not allowing him to catch a break.

Suddenly, his stomach lurched, and he immediately sat up, a dizzying pain permeating his senses. He nearly fell backwards, but caught himself only to be met with another rush of nausea, nearly making him gag. He crawled out of bed and went crashing to the floor, unable to stand upright so quickly. He wondered where Thomas had gone.
He really needed him right about now.

He made another attempt to get to his feet, swaying briefly but managing to stay balanced and not fall. He stumbled toward the bathroom, unable to see straight. The light was everywhere, obscuring his vision to where he could only see flashes and shapes. His fingertips brushed against the wall and he let his body lean against it, unable to support his weight for much longer. He made his way to the bathroom, falling to the ground right after he got past the doorway. His hands took the shock of the impact, a dull ache coming into his fingers. He crawled forward, finding the toilet and finally gained the ability to relieve some of his nausea.

He coughed and sputtered, the scent of bile rising to his nose and once again making him throw up anything that he may have in his stomach. Eventually there was nothing, and he was only dry-heaving. He flushed the toilet and slumped weakly to the ground, his head hitting the wall amd making him cry out in pain. He sat with his legs to his chest and his head on the wall. He was shaking violently, his eyes closed tightly in an attempt to block out all light.

It seemed like hours, but it was only minutes, until the front door opened and a welcome presence came into the house. With him, though, came the smell of food.
So that's where he'd gone.
This immediately made Alex's nausea return, and he leaned over the toilet as he gagged and dry-heaved, but nothing came up. He heard his name being called, and though he loved Thomas's voice, the noise made him cringe as it brought more pain to his head. He heard footsteps approaching, and Alex cried out in protest.

"D-don't come in," Alex pleaded weakly, his words broken by quiet sobs. He hasn't felt this bad since...well, it had been a long time. "I probably look terrible..."
"Alex, I'm coming in." He could hear the concern in his boyfriend's voice.

Alex was certainly right about looking terrible.
He was incredibly pale, the colour - or lack of - on his face comparable to that of a sheet of paper. His brown eyes, usually bright with intelligence, were dull and glazed over. He was sweating, but he was shaking very hard, as if he were cold. A protective instinct swept over Thomas and made him rush over with wide eyes full of worry. Alex felt strong arms wrap around him, and immediately felt somewhat better.
"Oh, baby," Thomas cooed. "You're gonna be okay. Everything's gonna be okay. I'm gonna take care of you, alright? I'm right here, I'm right here. I'll always be right here."
"Thomas..."
"Let's get you back into bed, okay darling?" He felt soft lips press against his forehead.
"Can't walk..."
"I know, I know."

Suddenly, a numbness spread through him. It started in his chest, and the burning finally subsided as it gave way to the lack of feeling. It spread through his body and he began to panic, but found himself unable to move.
He could hardly feel it as Thomas picked him up.
"Alex?"
His voice was faint and seemed very far away.
"Alex, answer me..."
Darkness enveloped him.
"Alexander Hamilton!"
Dizzying blackness.
Then nothing.

Thomas's POV

Thomas stared down at the limp figure in his arms. His eyes had become completely unfocused and dark, before closing completely. He had gone entirely silent, his breathing unusually slow.
He recognized the symptoms and was smart enough to know that this was alcohol poisoning. He needed to get water in him, and fast, else they would have to take a trip to the hospital and Thomas really didn't want to do that.
He rushed into the bedroom, laying Alex down on the bed and pulling the duvet over him. He placed a kiss on his cheek and swept his hair out of his face before running to the kitchen and filling a glass full of water.
He went back to the bedroom hastily, sitting on the bed next to Alex and pulling him close, propping his body up on his chest so he could safely make him drink.

He shook the man gently, calling his name. A soft whimper came from Alex and Thomas's heart panged with worry. He pressed the glass to the small man's lips.
"No..." Alex whined, half conscious.
"Yes, baby," he murmured, tipping the bottom of the glass up a bit. Alex sputtered and coughed, but was awoken completely.
"Drink all this water and then you can go back to sleep."
"Promise you'll stay with me?" He whispered.
"I promise, baby. Drink this."
He hesitantly obliged, drinking the water slowly. After he did he let his head fall against Thomas, and his eyes closed.
"Don't leave..."
"Not now, not ever," Thomas promised.
"Why do you hate me?"
"I don't."
"You used to."
"Things have changed, darling. I don't hate you. Quite the opposite."
"So you love me?"
"Go to sleep."
Alex just nodded before relaxing entirely, practically laying on top of Thomas. He didn't mind, of course. He simply sat there and stroked his hair, determined to keep him safe.

"And I thought I was so smart..."