Life Source (Hamilsquad x reader)

Remember the Alamo

It was your 15th birthday.
You have been living with James for 3 years now, and you couldn't be more happy about it. He loved you, always took care of you, treated you, and always made sure you were alright. He treated you as if you were his real daughter, and you treated him as if he was your real dad, but it sometimes hurt, because you still missed your real father. The holidays hit it there the hardest, like Christmas, easter, thanksgiving, your birthday, etc. You had just settled down after a fun birthday with James, and you were both lying on the couch, relaxing, and watching a movie. He held you close to him, and pet you while doing so. You couldn't even think about where you'd be without him in your life.

Yet, now you wish you could.

You woke up, breathing shakily, having trouble opening your eyes. You looked down at your arm, and it was properly wrapped and fixed. You were in a hospital bed, which scared you a little, but you were brave. You looked around the room, and you saw everyone there, but they were all sleeping. Washington wasn't there. You looked around and realized someone else was missing, but you didn't know who it was until they walked in the room. They saw you awake, and you smiled as a response and waved, not wanting to wake anyone else up. They walked into the light, and you smiled.
"How are you feeling, Y/N?" Alex would say as he stepped over John to get to you. He'd kneel down next to you. You'd shrug, and reply with:
"Good, but really tired. I still feel weak..." you'd say sighing and laying you head back on your pillow.
"You probably need to eat or something. I'll get you some food." He'd stand back up and walk to the door, but you'd grab his arm before he could.
"I wanna come with." He'd shake his head.
"It'd be my head on a stick if Washington came back and saw took you werent here." He'd say, rolling his eyes.
"I'll take the blame." You'd say, shrugging. You'd hold onto his arm tight, and stand yourself up. Your legs were shaking, and it was a little hard to walk, so you held onto Alex as you walked. You walled into the elevator and went to the first floor.

You stepped out of the elevator, of course, with Alexander's help, and you both went into the food court and you picked out a few snacks to bring back to the room with you. Alex was so kind and paid, not before telling you that you owed him in the future, and you promised to do something for him after you got out of the hospital. You both went back to the room, and you both sat on the hospital bed. You both talked for a while, which eventually woke up everyone else, and Washington eventually came back. He handed you a target bag full of stuff, like a pair of pajamas, a plush corgi, a sketchpad and pencils, and also a small bucket  full of small plastic animals. You hugged Washington and thanked him for the gifts, and he started crying because you were in the hospital and he was worried about you, and you assured him you'd be ok, and cuts can be healed, and blood loss is not a big deal unless you lose a lot, which you did, but that wasn't crucial information. He calmed down, and you all watched YouTube videos on Thomas's phone. Eventually, a nurse came in and she said that you'd have to stay at the hospital for a day so they could make sure you didn't damage any muscle and help with the blood loss, then she said that visiting hours were over and everyone had to leave, but one of the guys could stay with you. Washington had to go back to camp for work, so you had to choose one of the guys to stay with you. So who would be?
Lafayette
John
Thomas
Alexander
Hercules
(IF YOU HAD TO CHOOSE, IF YOU HAD TO CHOOSE- ok i'm sorry for that.)
You went with Laurens, because you both were the most childish, and he always found something fun to do. You hugged everyone goodbye, and you went into the bathroom and changed into your pajamas Washington got you. They were nice and sooooooft.
"What to do, what do do..?" John would say, looking around the room for something fun.
"Hmmmmm....." you'd say, thinking.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." John would reply back
"HMMM...." You'd reply back, now realizing that you were in a "hmm-ing" war with John.
"HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM?" John would say. You admitted defeat, and John walked over to your bed where you had all of the gifts Washington got you. He dug in the bag and pulled out the small tub of plastic animals. He'd look at the bucket, then ripped the lid off of it yelling "THERE IS A TURTLE, I MUST SAVE THE TURTLE!" You'd climb and sit on the bed while he dumped out all of the plastic animals in the bucket. He sat on the bed, then carefully removed all of the turtles as if they were living, breathing, things. You poked around the small pile of plastic animals and took out a tiny corgi.
"I'm gonna name this corgi, Basil." You'd say while looking at it up close. John would line up his turtles on the bed, making what he called a "Turtle Armada."
"I'm gonna name this one Anthony, Lin, Leslie, Christopher, Daveed, Oak, and Groff." He'd say pointing to each turtle.
"Wow, those are some creative names. How did you think of them so quickly?" You'd say, kinda confused by the names he chose. He'd shrug.
"I just chose whatever came off the top of my head."
You'd play with the turtles and corgi, until John kept trying to win the war with his Turtle Armada against the Corgi Alamo and his turtles were unbeatable because they had shells of steel and were protected, and you were outnumvered. He'd throw his turtles on top of your corgi and throw his hands in the air.  "THE TURTLES ATTACK BY SURPRISE AND WIN THE BATTLE!" he'd yell.
"No fair, I wasn't being serious when I said that this was the Texan revolution! You attacked unfairly!" He'd shrug.
"Sorry, that's how the battle went." He'd say, crossing his arms.
"R-remember t-th-the Alamo...." your corgi would say, before flopping over and making a "BLEH" noise. You'd yawn, and you'd both decide it was time for sleep. You put the plastic animals into the tub, and set everything on a table.
"Hey, Y/N?" He'd say, sitting down on the bed.
"Yeah?" You'd reply with while tidying up the table making it look all neat and sorted.
"You know what was an unfair attack?"
"Hmm?" You'd say, turning around and facing him.
"This!" He'd should while quickly jumping up, grabbing your waist, and pulling you down quickly onto the bed.
"SCREEEEEEEE CHEATER!" You'd screech, while falling on the bed with him. He'd lay against the pillow, and pull you up to his chest, getting all comfy and cozy.
"Goodnight, Y/N. Sweet dreams." He'd day while yawning and wrapping his arms around you. You'd snuggle into his chest and yawn like a kitten.
"Goodnight, John..." you'd quietly chirp before falling asleep.

Word count: 1287

Did anyone else like my Texan revolution reference? Did anyone else even notice it? No? Ok.
*cries*
I'm sorry for not posting yesterday, I fell asleep while writing, so enjoy this adorable and fluffy chapter instead.
Love ya, guys!
-Wolfy