Valley Forge (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

7

     My eyes flutter open to reveal a candle lit and flickering. The bed is cold as I know Alexander has left the bed. I sit up attempting to stand. I get onto my hand and knees and crawl over to the bedroom door. It opens revealing the smell of pork and eggs. I change my position so my feet are in front of me. I slide slowly down the wooden stairs. The railing gets taller as I descend the steps one by one.
     "Alaska," Alexander exclaimed as he turns towards me. "I would have helped you down the stairs," He claims, as he places down the pan with our breakfast sizzling inside. I'm still on the floor at the bottom of stairs when he's at my side helping me up. Aiding, me to the dining room chair where I can rest.
     "I can get around just fine without you," I spit at him. He ignores my comment and continues to cook. A little while later he responds with "I never said you couldn't. Why are you so against me helping you?"
     "I'm not! I just don't like people giving me pity," I reply with anger. He quietly laughs "I don't pity you. It eases my mind knowing someone is with you."
      Alexander places my plate of food in front of me, he kisses the top of my head then, he sits across the table with his food. I take a bite of the eggs as I smile creeps on my face. Alexander sits there staring at me waiting for my reaction to his food.
     "This is amazing. Je Vous remercie," (Thank you) I tell him. His face turns confused as his eyes squint at me.
     "What?" I ask. Placing more of the breakfast into my mouth.
     "What did you say in French?" He teases letting out a laugh.
     "I didn't say anything in French," I state.
     "Yes, you did!" He insists with a laugh.
     "I swear to God I didn't. Stop messing with me," I raise my voice at his bug-eyed expression.
     "Okay, then what did I say?" I snap at him.
     "Je vous remercie?" He stumbles out. I laugh at his pronunciation on "Thank You". Did I really say it in French? No, I couldn't have.
     "Thank you is what you've said," I tell him. "Wait...did I say that?"
     "Yes, you did," He laughs as he continues his breakfast. I sit in awe. How did I not realize my mispronunciation?
     "I can't believe I mixed up my languages," I whispered looking away from my food. Alexander looks up at me smiling "Alaska, it's okay," I nod slowly in disbelief and continue eating with him.
     After we finish eating he cleans up the dishes. I plea to him "Please, just let me help you."
     "No, you need to rest your foot," He replies. I sigh loudly slumping into my chair.
     "So, do you want to have that date that you promised me?" He asks after he dries the two dishes.
     "Of course," I respond. He smiles as he walks over helping me out of the chair and up the steps to his room.
     "Your dresses were sent from camp last night so you can get ready in here," Alexander tells me.
     "Okay thank you," I smile. He closes the door for me and I hear him walk down the stairs. I hop on my good foot over to my trunk. Opening, it gives me the feeling that is like I'm back at camp with Lafayette and John. Oh my gosh, John! How is he? I'll write him a letter after I get ready. I find my favorite red and yellow dress and I slip it on having trouble keeping my balance. Tying my corset was difficult as I always have other nurses to help me tie it. The corset wouldn't tie and I was there for 15 minutes trying. 
     I hear a knock on the door. Then a gentle voice "Alaska? You ready?" I sigh loudly "I can't tie my corset and my foot won't stop throbbing."
     "Oh okay, I can wait. Whenever you're ready," Alexander replies.
     "Alexander...can you just help my tie it," I sigh giving up hope on doing it myself.
     "Of course," He says as he slowly opens the door. I'm holding the corset strings out and sitting my foot on his bed. Alexander grabs them from me. He pulls on it jerking me backward. I grunt as the wind is knocked out of me.
    "I'm sorry if this too tight?" He asks with worry in his voice.
     "Oh...no, I just forgot how tight it was," I say through heavy breaths. He ties the strings together and helps me into my black flats.
     Down the stairs and out of the house we walk down the street. Alexander is holding up my right side so the pressure is off of my foot. He takes me down to a park where snowflakes dance. We sit down onto a bench as we watch the snow fall. I lay my head on Alexander's shoulder as he strokes my hair.
     "So were you always interested in Medical school?" He asks.
"No, I was a dancer before my mom got sick. When she died I dedicated the rest of my life to saving people like her,"
     "What is people like her?" He asks. "Oh, dunno people who have so much to offer. The ones who deserve more," I tell him.
     "Good answer," He laughs. I join him in the laughter.
     "So, you're a dancer? How come you've never mentioned this to me?" He asks.
     "Oh I don't know after my mom I haven't danced since," I quietly say.
     "What type of dance?"
     "Balanchine Ballet," I say.
     "Really?" He asks in awe. He moves his head so I lift mine from his shoulder.
     "Yeah, I really miss it," I tell him.
     "Come on show me," He says as he offers me his hand.
     "Alexander my foot," I remind him.
     "I'll help you," He says through a smile.
     "Okay," I say as I take his hand. He helps me up off the bench. My right foot lifts as he takes the pressure. I wrap my arms around his neck as he holds my waist.
     I become stable with his help. On my left foot, I go on point. Making me taller almost taller than Alexander. I lift my right (hurt) foot up into a la seconde. I pull my leg up and closer to my body so it is glued next to me. Alexander still holding my waist smiles as he watches my left foot lifted onto my toes. I slowly bring my right foot back down. Setting my good foot down with it.
     "Wow, Alaska," He says in awe.
     "When your foot is healed will you show me more," He asks with a childish grin.
     "Okay," I say.
     "Promise?" He asks.
"Promise," I repeat.