The World Turned Upside Down // Jamilton

15 || Stay Alive

What cuties ^

Enjoy a short chappy bc I have mild writer's block.
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Alex opened his eyes slowly, and was greeted by blinding lights and the loud beeps of machinery. It gave him a headache.

Yawning, Hamilton tried to shift and rise up, but only got halfway into a sitting position before falling back onto the soft pillow in sudden sharp pain.

Everything hurt.

Alex wondered why. Why was he so badly injured? He couldn't remember. Why wasn't he in his apartment bedroom, in his cheap mattress and low thread count, scratchy sheets? How long had he been sleeping?

And, now that he took a look around, it looked suspiciously like a hospital. Why was he in a hospital? That probably had the same answer as to why he was badly injured.

The last things he could remember was someone's caring aura and warmth as they held him close. A harsh, passionate pressure against his lips. Gentle, soothing words.

Who could it be? Was it Eliza? She had been his ex for almost a year though, and he doubted she'd ever wanted to see him again, especially after all the drama that happened between them.

So, who was it?

Alex sighed, he really needed a few answers to his endless supply of questions. Something to trigger his memory.

Alex was so caught up in thinking of solutions that he barely heard a conversation going on outside.

"...Is he alive?" A deep voice that sounded all too familiar asked. Alex grinned. Finally, someone who would answer his questions.

He heard someone else reply, a doctor perhaps. "Yes. But you have to understand. His body and mind are horribly weak, he may have shut out everything he went through as a coping mechanism. Please be kind when you explain everything to him."

"Can we see him, please?" Another voice, thick with a French accent begged.

"I'm doing everything I can. You three may go in and see him, but he's probably still asleep."

Huh. So the whole gang was here.

Sweet, they rarely got together anymore.

Too bad it had to be in a hospital.

Alex peered at the opening door through his eyelashes, a gentle smile playing across his features as his obviously grief-stricken friends strolled in.

They were silent, simply staring at him pitifully.

Alexander waited patiently for one of them to begin talking, but none of them did.

Five minutes of them getting awkwardly comfortable on the couch and Alex was already past patiently waiting. He spoke up, voice scratchy from being unused.

"Hey, why so sad?"

All 3 of his best friends jumped, Mulligan jumping highest on the far end of the sofa.

"Y-you're awake?!" Laurens asked, surprised and hopeful.

"No, I'm still asleep---Yes, I'm awake!" Alex exclaimed playfully, grinning and then immediately wincing because his stitches shifted.

His friends stood up, going to his bedside and carefully wrapping him in a group hug.

Hercules bombarded him with questions as he pressed his face gently against Alexander's bandaged shoulder."Do you need water? Maybe we should give you some space, sorry. Want us to pay for your bills? We know how broke you are. Did you know you scared us half to death?..." Laurens and Lafayette nodding in agreement.

"Chill, dads." Alexander teased.

"We're just worried about you, mon petite lion." Lafayette replied, using his childhood nickname.

"I know, I know. Now, shh, because I have my own questions." Alexander began asking his questions, which his friends answered as best they could.

Hamilton's memories slowly pieced together, into one hell of a puzzle. The only satisfying, happy piece was the fact Jefferson cared so deeply for him.

"So, where's Thomas now? Is he alright? Is he alive?"

"Well... We're not sure if he's completely...alright." Mulligan said slowly, "He was pretty close to the explosion, and that resulted in lotsa shrapnel digging itself into him. They said it's a miracle that they didn't have to amputate. He's been asleep for as long as you, four-ish days."

"Do you think I could visit him?" Alex asked, suddenly desperate to see Thomas himself.

"I... Er, I don't know. Hey John, go ask." Hercules delegated, wanting to stay at Alexander's side. Herc didn't say it too often, but he cared deeply for his first ever best friend.

John frowned at being ordered around, but nodded, quickly walking out of the room.

Lafayette, Hercules and Alexander waited quietly, and Laurens stepped back in a few minutes later, Washington tight on his heels.

"ALEXANDER HAMILTON, I SWEAR TO GOD YOU SCARED THE HELL OUT OF ME." Washington boomed when he laid eyes on him, bringing Alexander into the most careful bear hug he could give. Laurens laughed and muttered, "He wouldn't stop following me."

"I'm sorry, sir." Alex replied with a smile as Washington pulled away.

"DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN, SON."

Alex rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Sorry to interrupt, but the doctor said you could go see Jefferson tommorow, when you're body's patched up a bit more. Guest hours are almost over, anyway." Laurens explained. Hamilton nodded.

"Oui, guest hours are over in a half hour, we should get going soon." Lafayette added.

"Yes, let's let Hammie get some rest. Your phone and charger's over there," Hercules gestured towards the bedside table. "So, text us if you need anything, or you're just bored. I'll respond no matter what."

Agreeing sounds came from the other three men.

"Goodnight, Alex. Hope you feel less shitty in the morning." Laurens called as they left, turning off everything except the TV and closing the door.

"Night to you, too." Alex muttered.

Hamilton was alone again. He snuggled as best he could with all his wounds into the bedsheets, watching TV until the late hours of the night.

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Wow I used so many references please forgive.

Also Hercufather and Washingdad are so cute honestly like what

~River