Hamilton Oneshots [DISCONTINUED(?)]

What an Idiot- Alexander x Reader

Reader gender- female
Warnings- none
Word count- 1516

"What's the problem this time?" You asked as Alexander made his way into your medical tent.
"My head hurts." He shrugged.
"Your head hurts." You repeated.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"Alexander, I have people here who have been shot and you're here because your head hurts."
He nodded, looking around at the wounded soldiers in your tent.
You sighed, "You're lucky everyone's patched up. Sit down." You tapped the cot next to you.
He quickly made his way over to the cot and laid down.
"Have you received any injuries to the head recently?" You asked while retrieving some of your supplies.
"No." He replied.
"Any difficulty sleeping, lack of sleep or excess sleep?" You asked as you felt for his pulse.
"I- uh- I don't really sleep all that often." He admitted.
"Alexander!" You scolded, dropping his wrist, "You need sleep you idiot! No wonder your head hurts. Here," you pulled out a melatonin pill and handed it to him, "take this and take a nap. I have patients to check up on."
You left him to his own devices as you went to check the patients with more severe injuries.
"Y/N!" Lafayette yelled, barreling into the tent.
"Laf!" You whispered, "People are sleeping here!"
"Sorry!" He apologized, dropping his voice down to a whisper.
"What is it?" You asked.
"Have you seen Alexander?"
"Yeah, he's sleeping over there." You pointed to Alex over your shoulder.
"I've been looking for him everywhere!" Laf groaned.
"And what made you stop by here?" You questioned.
"Why do you think he's always here?" He retorted.
"Well I always figured it was because he can't handle an injury of any sort..." you muttered.
"Non." Laf shook his head. "The man is head over heels for you, mon ami."
"Ha! As if!" You laughed.
"It's true!" He insisted.
"Okay, Laf. Don't you have a war to be planning?" You asked, going back to the patient you had been helping.
"Oui! That's why I'm here. I need Alexander." You grabbed his arm as he started walking towards Alex.
"Marquis de Lafayette, don't you dare touch him. I don't even know the last time he slept. He needs this."
"Okay, okay!" He laughed, "Just send him to the general's tent when he wakes up, yes?"
"Sure thing, Laf." You sighed as the Frenchman left.
There's no way Alexander could really love you. Right?
"You're good to go, Mr Jackson. You should be all straightened out but, try to avoid using that arm for a few more days." You told the soldier with the sprained arm.
You collapsed on the now empty cot, exhausted by all the things that had happened already. There was Mr Chase, Mr Valdez and Mr Grace who were all recovering from bullet wounds. Mr Underwood and Mr Castellan who had broken limbs. Mr La Rue with a bruised spine. And Mr Hamilton who just needed to sleep for once in his life.
To top off all your patients, the battle of Gloucester was in full swing. More and more people were dying everyday. The tents surrounding yours were filled with soldiers just as bad off as the ones you were treating.
Another hour passed as you read Common Sense by Thomas Paine. You had read it many times over, seeing as it was one of the only books out had managed to bring with you.
"Nurse!" A large, booming voice yelled.
"What is it? Is someone hurt?" You jumped up to greet the person who forced their way into your tent.
"Where is he?" General Washington growled.
"I don't know what you mean." You lied.
"I have waited two hours for this man and I have a war to plan!" He pushed his way passed you to get to the back of the tent where Alexander slept.
"Sir, with all due respect, Alexander is in desperate need of rest. Without his sleep, he will be of no help in planning, or on the battlefield." You talked quickly as he made his way to Alex.
He ignores your pleas and quickly shook Alex awake.
"What is it?" He asked as he shot up.
"Let's go, we have planning to do." Washington demanded.
"Alexander, wait!" You grabbed his arm as he began to leave.
"Y/N, thank you for the help but I really should go." He mumbled.
"You're going to battle tomorrow, yes?" He nodded. "You're going to be absolutely useless. I really hope you won't go but, if you must, take one of these and get a good night's sleep." You gave him a bottle of sleeping pills and watched as he quickly left with the general.
You sighed as you watched them leave. You really didn't feel good about Alexander fighting tomorrow, running on only a few hours of sleep. But, the general's orders had been very clear. There was nothing you could do.
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"Nurse! We need help; he's been shot!" Someone yelled as they ran into your tent.
"Who is it?" You asked as they rushed a person onto a cot, though you already had a guess.
"Alexander Hamilton." The soldier said.
"Okay I need you," you pointed to the one who had just spoken, "to use this and apply pressure to the wound." You handed him a rag and guided his hands to the bullet hole. You pulled out a pre made box of equipment and set it on the small table next to you. You turned to another man and said, "I need you to hand me stuff when I ask for it. Got that?"
"Yes ma'am."
You have the first man a new rag as the one he had quickly soaked with blood.
"Y/n?" Alex asked weakly.
"Dammit, Alexander! You made me think you were unconscious. It's just in your arm, you're not going to die but, I need you to stay with me. Keep talking." You commanded as you checked his pulse.
He laughed lightly.
"What is it?" You noticed that the bleeding had stopped and went to work.
"This is my writing arm." He sighed.
"Sit up for me?" You helped him shuck off his jacket so you could have better access to the wound. "Maybe you'll finally have an excuse to sleep then." You retorted.
"Ha... maybe. I'm so tired... do I have to keep talking?" He muttered.
"Tweezers." You received a pair of tweezers and began carefully searching for the bullet fragments. "Yes, Alexander. I know you need sleep but, you never stop talking so don't do it now, okay? This is going to hurt a bit."
You began to retrieve the pieces of the bullet that had lodged themselves into his arm.
"If I- ow!- if I die, I want you to- OW!- donate my body parts to charity. Except my middle finger. Give that to the king." He gasped, attempting to be funny in the tense environment.
"You're not going to die, Alexander." You muttered, fishing out the last of the bullet. "Needle and thread." You laced up the needle and began to work.
"Why do you always call me Alexander? Why not Alex?" He whispered.
'Hm maybe it's because I'm denying that I have feelings for you and am trying to do all I can to isolate myself from you.' You thought.
"I don't know... you never told me specifically to call you that so I guess I just never did." You mumbled as you stitched up his wound.
"Huh. No one else's done that." He said thoughtfully.
"You're done. Make sure you get some sleep now, okay?" You said as you tied off your thread.
You dismissed the soldiers around you as you began packing up your stuff.
"Y/N?" Alexander's words stopped you.
"Yeah?"
"Laf told me what he told you. About how I... might harbor some feelings for you." He mentioned.
"Mm hm." You hummed.
"I know you didn't believe him but..."
"But?"
"He was right."
You stopped dead in your tracks, not believing he could possibly share your feelings. "He was... wait, what?"
He laughed lightly. "Stupid, isn't it? I would always come up with the tiniest excuses to come see you. I just..." he sighed, "I just really like you, Y/N. I know I shouldn't and it will most likely end with problems for us, what with being different classes and such. God, I'm saying this as though we're getting married. Is it getting hot in here? I'm talking really fast, aren't I? I'm sorry, I-"
"Jesus Christ, Alex, shut up for one second." You pleaded.
"You called me Alex." He whispered after a moment of silence.
"Don't take this the wrong way but, I always get a little happier then I should when I see you walk through that tent. What can I say, Alex. You seem to have won me over." You sighed.
"Really? Oh, sweet!" He cheered. You laughed at his outburst. "Huh? Oh, right, gotta be formal. Y/n L/n, would you do me the honor of allowing me to court you?"
"Of course, Alexander. But, for now, you really should sleep."
"Yes ma'am."