Hamilton One-Shots (DISCONTINUED)

Jamilton- Fever

"Thomas? Thomas! Thomas please wake up!"

Alexander woke in a cold sweat. He'd been having such bad dreams lately and he didn't know why. They were always about his boyfriend, Thomas Jefferson, dying. And it was always because of some dumb fever. Every time Alex would wake up, he would put a hand to Thomas's head, and Thomas would push his hand away, annoyed. Tonight was no different. Alex put a hand to Thomas's forehead and-

"Thomas?" 

Thomas groaned

"Thomas!"

Thomas didn't move. Panic set it.

Oh god oh god oh god. Alex picked up his phone from the nightstand beside him and dialed 911.

"Hello, 911, what's your emergency?"

"Hello, yes. My boyfriend's head is extremely hot and he's unresponsive."

"Alright sir. I need you to put a cool cloth on his head and stay on the line until paramedics arrive."

"Okay"

"Where do you live?"

"76026, Washington Street."

"Okay sir."

As Alex was giving the operator directions, he had got a cool washcloth and was now pressing it to Thomas's forehead.

"Alright, I've put a cool cloth on his head"

"Okay. Now please remain calm, an ambulance is on the way."

"Alright"

Alex waited, staying on the line until he heard the sirens of an ambulance sounded. He watched, aching as the ambulance came and took Thomas away.

He tried to get sleep, but he couldn't. He was seriously upset. He worried, thoughts rushing through his head until the sun rose. He decided to skip work that day. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts. He lay in bed all day, ignoring the buzzing of his phone with texts from his friends, asking if he was okay. Of course he wasn't. He didn't respond.Then he got a call from the hospital.

"Hello? Is this the residence of Alexander Hamilton?"

"Yes it is."

"Your boyfriend is in unstable condition. He isn't going to last much longer."

"I'll be right over."

Alex hung up and started sobbing. He cried as he got dressed. He cried as he drove, almost causing him to wreck. He cried as he entered Thomas's hospital room. He walked over to Thomas's hospital bed and knelt there, crying. He cried out the all too familiar words.

  "Thomas! Thomas please wake up!"  

He lay there, repeating himself, not noticing that the heart rate monitor had started to flat line.

He screamed the words as he was dragged out of the hospital room by three nurses.

His heart was shattered into a million pieces. 

All because of a damned fever.