Musical One shots

Lams: Suicidal tendencies /Ham/

Alexander hated long car rides with a burning passion. They were uncomfortable and awkward even if he was with his three best friends.

Hercules was driving because Alex and Laf didn't have their American drivers license and John was too afraid to drive long distance.

They were headed to a fancy award party for lgbtq+ figures. Between lesbian chefs, transgender actors, and asexual directors it's be very diverse.

It was three nights long and Hercules was actually being awarded. He was a Pansexual tailor and apparently no one could get enough of him.

Seems fun, but it's a twenty nine hour drive.

Currently Lafayette was asleep in the front seat, John was covered in a blanket and drinking coffee, Alexander was writing on his phone in silence.

"Herc, if you need to stop now we can. There is a motel five miles away." John said, placing his coffee in the cup holder next to his seat.

~later at the motel~

Now that they had stopped there would be fourteen more hours of driving. Oh joy.

John was feeling a little car sick so he stayed at the hotel while Alex, Hercules, and Lafayette were going to go to dinner but there was one small problem.

Alexander was going through major withdrawal and could barely even eat. So he lied and said he was going to watch John.

Alex had been cutting since he was twelve when his mother died, he stopped for a six year period but relapsed a few months ago.

He had become addicted again. Alexander knew that it was wrong so he tried to go clean again, it's been four days.

The withdrawal was so bad that he brought his blades with him. None of his friends knew that he had ever done anything to himself...long sleeves were just his thing.

Herc and Laf were already out the door and John had fallen asleep. Alex grabbed his deep green messenger bag and rushed into the bathroom.

The bathroom was white and an ugly shade of green, it smelled like old rose petals and dirt. His hands began to shake as he reached into the bag.

He pulled out a sharp razor blade and pulled up his shirt sleeve. Alexander placed the razor blade against a clean spot on his wrist, he took in a deep breath and slid it across the pale surface with a small bite to his lip.

As blood bubbled to the surface he realized he wasn't content, he went to a really old scar and cut again. This one started to bleed fairly bad and he could see a sort of fatty substance inside the cut.

He sighed and tried to clean it off. "God dammit." He muttered. It wouldn't stop bleeding, Alexander liked the feeling though.

Alex continued to go deeper with each cut, he started to feel a little light headed. He went into that mode when nothing mattered but cutting deeper.

He didn't know why but he started to laugh and cry at the same time. Alexander was close to a full out anxiety attack.

He needed John with him. "L-laurens!" He yelled through the bathroom door.

On the other side of the door, a half asleep John was attempting to figure out who was yelling his name until he realized it was obviously Alexander.

He stood up and walked to the bathroom door, knocking lightly. "Lexi? You okay?" John asked, a bit of concern laced in his smooth voice.

Another voice responded, a voice much more frantic and panicked than John's. "No! N-no!" Alexander yelled, standing up and unlocking the door.

Alex was a mess, he was swaying back and forth and his arms were completely covered in thick blood. For the first couple seconds John couldn't figure out what he was supposed to do but he abruptly grabbed a white towel and wrapped his arm.

As John was attempting to stop the bleeding he barely realized Alexander was starting to zone in and out, that is until he completely passed out and fell into John's chest.

"Oh fuck." Was all John could say before dashing to the other room to grab his phone, letting Alexander fall limp to the floor.

When he returned he dialed 911 and put it on speaker so he could continue applying pressure to Alex's cuts.

A female emergency worker picked up. "Hello, this is 911 what's your emergency?" She asked in a calm voice.

John couldn't be that calm, he was like an advocate for always remaining calm but there was absolutely no way that he could not freak out.

"M-my boyfriend...h-he's oh god...i..." John was sobbing, he couldn't get a single word out without it being broken by a cry.

"Deep breaths, sir, what has happened with you boyfriend?" She asked, coaxing John to at least say what emergency unit he would be needing.

John followed her instructions, taking deep breaths. "My b-boyfriend cut himself r-really deep and t-then won't s-stop bleeding and he...he won't wake u-up!" He stuttered.

The woman nodded, she knew he couldn't hear her head movements but it was habit. She clicked some keys on her computer. "Name and location?"

John thought for a moment, he couldn't remember where he was or who he was or anything of that nature. After a few seconds he responded. "I'm J-John Laurens...a-and he's Alexander Hamilton. We're at...uh...Bates Motel."

"I'm sending an ambulance to your location, keep pressure applied to the wound." The woman commanded. "Do you want me to stay with you, John?" She asked calmly.

"Um...um yes." He said quickly. "I don't know what to do." John's breathing picked up and it was clear he was on the verge of breaking down.

"Okay, John, I want you to breathe okay? I need you to make sure he's breathing steadily. If he isn't I'll direct you in chest compressions."  She explained, checking the ETA of the emergency vehicle. Six minutes.

John took his pulse and realized that Alexander wasn't breathing well at all. "How do I do it?" He asked frantically, getting on his knees so he could do it.

"Okay, Use your fingers to locate the end of  Alexander's breastbone, where the ribs come together. Place two fingers at the tip of his breastbone. Place the heel of your other hand right above your fingers on the side closest to the Alex's face. Use both hands to do it, alright?" She explained.

As she spoke John obeyed, once he was set he started to give the compressions. He tried to stop himself from crying so he could focus but it was a difficult task.

After about five minutes Alexander's breaths were still slow and almost nonexistent. "M-miss...he isn't okay." John said into the phone.

"The ambulance will be there in sixty seconds, John, just keep going." She said, she was still calm but her voice was quicker and more frantic.

John continued, his head perked up when he heard sirens. He was never more ecstatic about an ambulance. "T-they're here, thank you miss." He stated and the line went dead.

Two paramedics rushed into the motel room after checking with Mrs. Bates to see what room they were in.

There were two paramedics, a man and a woman. The man's last name was "Klienman" and the woman's was "Murphy"

The woman took John outside since he was unfit to be at the scene. "I'm Zoe, I'm going to need to ask you what happened." She said quietly.

"He called me inside and h-how wrists were slashed up...I d-didn't even know." John cried. "C-can I just call m-my friends that a-are staying with us...they need to know." He begged and Zoe nodded.

John hit Lafayette in his contacts, praying he would pick up. When the frenchman did John explained everything and the other two rushed back to the motel.

When Lafayette and Hercules arrived they were already loading Alexander into the ambulance on a stretcher.

They had Hercules drive Lafayette and John to the hospital because all the men were too hysteric to ride in the ambulance.

When they arrived they heard something they never wanted to hear.

Alexander Hamilton was proclaimed dead.

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