"Well you see-"
"What is it?"
"I'm a doctor at Bellevue Hospital Centre and John Laurens has gotten in a car incident earlier today"
Alexander gasped. He felt tears trickle down his face. Was this his fault?
"O-okay" was all he could get out.
"W-will he be okay?"
"Yes he'll be fine. Hopefully"
"How did you get my number anyways?" Alexander asked.
"We asked Mr Laurens who we should ring out of his father or you. He said he didn't mind"
So Alexander was one of John's emergency contacts? Alexander was surprised.
"Well I'll be on my way to the hospital then"
Alexander hung up.
He never expected a phone call. At least not a phone call from the hospital.
Alex quickly diled Lafayette's number.
"Hey Laf?"
"Alex! Are you alright?"
"Uh yeah. Can you drop me off at Bellevue Hospital please?"
"Yeah sure thing, I'll be there in 5, oui?"
"Oui. Bye"
****
Alex says down at the back with Hercules.Lafayette starts the engine and they leave.
"So what is it?" He asked.
"Huh?"
"I mean-like, why do you need to go to the hospital?"
"Um well. John and I had an argument earlier and he left. I think he-he got hit by a car"
Alexander's tears were back.
"Oh my! It's alright Alexander, dont cry" Lafayette frowned.
"I'm sorry. It's just that...he came to apologize and I completely rejected him, saying that I don't need his apologies. God I'm so stupid. And then he called me a bastard and an orphan. And...and-"
"Shh, it's alright Alex"
"Sorry"
"No need to apologise" Lafayette smiled, reassuringly.
****
Alex's POV
We step out of the car and make our way closer to the building. Laf, Herc and I all enter the hospital to be welcomed by the disgusting smell of medicine and pills.
"Can you tell us where John Laurens' room is, please? Lafayette asks in his thick, French accent.
"Do you three have any relation to Mr. Laurens?" The old lady at the desk asks, slowly putting her thin glasses on.
"Well, we're his frie-I mean fourth cousins. Yeah, we are his fourth cousins" Herc lies.
"Okay. Well he's in room 1782. He might be resting though, try not to disturb him too much"
"Okay thanks" we all say in unison and head to the elevator.
We step in as it closed behind us. I press the button that says '3'.
Suddenly, my heart starts to race. Really fast. What if he doesn't want to see me?
The elevator opens and we are left to find his room.
1778...1779...1780...1781...
There it is. 1782.
Lafayette knocks on the door, as Herc and I stand behind him.
I go to sit on the seat outside of the room.
"Mon ami, aren't you coming in?"
I didn't respond. I was engulfed on some kind of trance.
"Mon ami ne viendras-tu pas?" He repeats, this time in French.
"Non. Je suis nerveux d'entrer. J'attendrai un peu"
"Oh. I never knew you could speak French. How fascinating!" He exclaims and grins. I chuckle and both of them enter John's room.
I am left to think.
About how many essays were due.
About if there's milk left in the fridge.
About school in general.
About how John is doing.
About what John is doing.
About John.
John.
John Laurens.
Why did we have to get in a fight? Did we have to? No. But we both caused it. For the most pathetic reason. Why am I so stupid? I've said this so many times, it's like a routine.
Before I realise it, I'm drifting off to sleep.
***
All of a sudden, I'm being shook by a blurry figure. Atleast that's what my eyes are indicating.
"Alex. Alexander, wake up" I hear a deep voice call out. It doesn't take me long to figure out that it is Hercules, towering above me.
"Uh, what? Sorry. What time is it?"
"It's 10pm, Alex. John is asleep. We're going home, are you coming?"
"No, I'll stay here."
"Are you sure? I don't think he'll wake up until the morning"
"Yeah. I'm sure"
"Okay. We've rung the Schuylers, they said they'll come to the hospital to visit John tomorrow. We'll see you later" He says and I nod in response.
My two friends leave and I stand up to go into John's room.
I open the door, quietly and sit on the chair beside his bed.
His breathing is steady and his cheeks are glowing a rosy colour.
He looks so angelic.
So peaceful and innocent.
But what was it that brought him to say those words to me?
Anger? Sadness? Embarrassment?
Oh John.
Only if you knew...
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