Not Throwing Away My One-Shot (Hamilton One-Shot Book) {REQUESTS: OPEN}

~Jeggy~

*Requested by Angel_Island *

💙The Hospital Room💛

John Laurens and Peggy Schuyler have been the closest friends unimaginable, almost constantly knowing what the other person was doing at all times. So, it was no surprise that when one of them ended up in the hospital, the other would shortly be there after them. And seeing as how the two of them were a terrible mixture of clumsiness and recklessness, they found themselves bed-ridden in the emergency room countless of times before. Coincidentally, that was how they met.

And, as expected, their real story began in the very hospital room that they were admitted to when they first ran into one another. Only this time, it was far more serious than just a fractured bone, or severe illness, and only one of the close friends would be admitted, instead of both. And it all started with a simple phone call.

Peggy was all alone, walking home from work and back to her parents place, where she was residing for a while. Seemingly, she was talking to herself, in a creepy manner. But, in reality, she was having a conversation with her friend John over the phone (which sat in her back pocket), through her earbuds with a microphone attachment. She passed by an alleyway, sensing that something wasn't quite right.

All of the sudden, everything in front of her went dark, and a sharp pain spread throughout her body, starting from her stomach. Letting out a scream, she yelled to John, over the phone for help. However, she couldn't hear his response, since her earbud got knocked out. Suddenly, she was started to be dragged somewhere, scraping violently against the pavement.

She was scared and frightened. Being blinded, having no sense of direction, and her arms being gripped onto by something, Peggy was physically unable to try and run away. She was helpless. It was until she was no longer being dragged and un-blindfolded, that she realized how truly intense the situation before her has gotten.

Three older men stood before her, one of them binding her hands together with rope. It was hard to make out their appearances, since they were in a far, dark part of the alleyway. What she could truly see was that the 'leader' carried a handgun, and was aiming it at her head.

"Hand over your money and valuables, Princess," the leader sneered, with a thick British accent. "And we'll let you go nice and easy."

"Alright! Alright! I will! Just please don't hurt me," Peggy cried, standing up. "Take what you want, just let me go."

The man who was binding her hands, spun her around hard, and searched her purse and pockets. They ended up robbing her of her wallet, and other items. Thankfully for her, leaving behind her phone. Taking a safety precaution during the search for her valuables, Peggy glanced down the alley. She managed to sneak a peak at a street sign across the way. Using her mouth to bite the cord of her earbud, draped on her shoulder, she mumbled the street-name into the microphone, a few times, before the cord was pulled from her by one of the presumed gang members ripped her phone from her.

"Hey, boss, look at this here," a calmer voice spoke up, one with a slight southern accent, "she's one of them Schuyler girls."

Peggy silently cursed to herself, as she heard chuckles from behind her. She was spun back around, as a bigger man, in a cowboy hat, examined her. He smirked, stepping back, but keeping a firm grip on her forearm.