Valley Forge (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

6

     The room is bright when I open my eyes. I'm not in the clinic like I expected but somewhere small and cozy. I look around the room when I see Alexander pacing. He looks over at my tired body then rushes to my side. He caresses my blonde hair.
     "Where are we?" I asked looking away from the candlelight. He places his hand over the top of mine before he starts.
    "We are back in New York, I knew you sold your house so I brought you to mine," he responds. I move my leg just the slightest and pain shoots up. I groan as the pain shimmies back down my leg.
    "Do you want the doctor?" He asks with concern.
     "No, just help me up," I say as I try to move into a sitting potion. He places his hand on my back helping me by pulling me up so I can sit. He fix's the pillow so I have support for my back.
    "You need to get back to camp," I tell him.
    "I'm on a leave of absence. Washington's orders," He says.
     "What did you do?" I ask quietly.
     "Nothing you need to worry about. Just some in camp fighting," he responds calmly. The news shocks me. "Between who?" I ask in bewilderment.
"I'll tell you later, okay?" he replies.
     I look towards his door, the stairs are right outside and I desperately want to go down them. I just want to be back at camp with John and Lafayette with Alexander by my side. In my cabin with all the memories.
     "I want to go back," I say as I look back at him.
     "Why? Alaska, you were almost taken to a British camp the things they would have done to you!" He says with anger rising in his voice. I shrug as a response. "I just do,"
  "You're unbelievable," he sighs
     "I prefer incredible," I reply with a quiet laugh. I hear him join in my laughter "Of course you do." he says through a smile.
     A few minutes later the doctor comes into the tired room. Before he can set his bag down I ask "When can I go back to Valley Forge," Shocked, he sets his bag next to the bed and sits in the chair where Alexander was minutes ago.
     "Well I would need to see your foot first," I nod in agreement as he pulls off the covers exposing my purple swollen foot. He checks it than looking up at me "Try standing on it." I move my legs off the bed and my feet touch the cold floor. I stand up on my good foot slowly putting weight onto my hurt foot. Pain washes over my causing me to fall in agony. Alexander by my side catches me effortlessly.
     "I'll come back in a few days then we'll go from there," The doctor says as he writes in a journal. Alexander helps me back onto his bed. Carefully, he picks up my deadly foot and sets it under the covers.
     "Thank you, Julian, for everything," Alexander says as he hands the medic a few coins.
     "Stop Alexander, I can pay for my own medical fees," I snap as I pull the covers over myself leaving me in darkness. It a childish thing to do, hiding under the covers in sadness. My father would have screamed at this foolish behavior while my mother would laugh. They were so different and I still I sit and wonder how they stayed together as long as they did.
     "I know you can that's not why I'm paying," He says interrupting my thoughts. I can hear the doctor leave by the door closing. Still, in darkness the room is silent so I ask "Are you still in here?"
     "Yes, I am," Alexander replies calmly. I poke my head out from under the covers. He was on the other side of the room at his desk writing.
     "Are you hungry?" He asks me. Not bothering to look up from his letter. His bottle-
cap glasses on with his hair back up out of his face into a small ponytail.
     "No," I reply quietly. He finally looks up from his letter. "Cold?" he asks.
     "No," I repeat. He takes off his glasses and sits on the other side of the bed. He rubs my back "What's wrong then," I feel a tear or two drop down my check. I don't answer.
     "Alaska?"
     "Yeah," I respond. This time he doesn't say anything. I turn over to face him slowing and carefully moving my foot. I wipe my tears away. He takes a hold of my hand.
     "Can you lay with me?" I ask. He nods sweetly. Taking off his boots and pulling out his hair, he slides under the covers next to me, blows out the candle and then the room is swallowed by darkness. I turn back around so I'm not facing him. He wraps his arms around me pulling my body closer to himself. We lay like this in silence for a while.
      "Are you really not going back to war?" I ask quietly in the dark.
       "Unless Washington needs me and you don't anymore," He replies.
        "I don't need you. I just want you here," I say.
        "Okay, so can you cook?" he asks.
         "Of course," I respond quickly and offensively.
         "I meant with your injured foot,"
         "Oh," I say and we return into silence.
         "Thought so," He laughs as he pulls me in tighter resting his face in the crook of my neck.