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Chapter Thirty-Four

Stay alive

Hamilton household
November 13th

It was dawn on a Saturday morning and the Hamiltons were sleeping soundly. Well, they were until a gunshot echoed throughout the towns.

Alexander shot up, swiftly pulling his head up off the desk upon hearing the shot. He started to make his way to his son's room, seeing if he was home, hoping the shot was someone else.

Making his way up the stairs there was a knock at the door. Feeling a wave of relief wash over him, he turned around to answer the door.

"Oh Phillip thank god you'r- Angelica?" he said, opening the door.

"He was...shot. A doctor is treating his wounds at my home...I recommend you come..." she warily told him.

He nodded, grabbing his coat then the pair was out the door.

Angelica Schuyler-Church's home

"Where is my son!?" Alexander yelled, running into the woman's home.

"Mr. Hamilton, come in, they brought him in  half an hour ago, he lost a lot of blood on the way-" the doctor tried to explain.

"Is he alive!?"

"Yes, but you have to understand, the bullet entered just above his hip and lodged in his right arm..."

"Can I see him!? Please!?" he pleaded.

"I'm doing everything thing I can but the wound was already infected when he arrived-"

Before the doctor could finish Alexander pushed passed him into the room where his son was.

"Phillip..."

"I did exactly as you said pop...I held my head up high..." Phillip quietly said.

"I know, I know, shh..."

"I..."

"Shh, I know you did everything just right..."

"Even before we got to ten...I was aiming for the sky..."

"I know, save your strength and stay alive-"

"NOOOOO!" Eliza screamed, running into the room.

"Eliza..."

"IS HE BREATHING IS HE GOING TO SURVIVE THIS!? WHO DID THIS, ALEXANDER DID YOU KNOW!?"

Phillip grabbed his mother's hand, "Mom I'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me..."

"My son..." Eliza whispered.

"We played piano..."

"I taught you piano."

"You would put your hands on mine..."

Eliza quietly laughed, "You'd change the melody every time,"

"Shh, I know... I know..."

"I would always change the line..."

"Shh, I know, I know... un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf..."

"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf..."

"Good. Un, deux, quatre, cinq, six, sept-"

"Un, deux, quatre..."

"Huit, neuf... sept, huit, neuf..."

"..."

Eliza screamed. She screamed as loud as she possibly could.

Alexander tried to grab her hand, she pushed him away and continued to sob.

...

Never take what you have for granted... you never know when it'll leave you.

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