Jamilton Oneshots // Hamilton ✔️

Goodbye [JAMILTON]

homophobic slurs

"Faggot." Was the last word I hear James Reynolds mutter underneath his breath to me before he punched me hard in the face. I fell on the ground, everything seemed to echo around me. My breathing became heavy and I blacked out only seconds later. The last noise I remember was his laugh. Cold and evil, the laugh of James Reynolds. Only he could really pull off an evil laugh, mostly because he was evil.

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When I reopened my eyes, I wasn't lying on the pavement, in the middle of the concrete. I was lying in a hospital bed, in the middle of a room, a tall man staring at me. I couldn't quite see any of his features, as everything around me was still blurry. He yelled something, but it was distant.

Almost immediately after the yelling, more people rushed into the room. They were all either men or female and they all wore blue baggy outfits. I assumed they were doctors. One of them shined a light in my eye and I squinted, looking away. Another clapped his hands next to my ear and I tried to hide myself under the sheets of the bed, scared of them.

The taller man reappeared in my vision and slowly became clear again. He was the first thing to be clear. I still couldn't hear his voice as I would've liked to, but it was okay. His mouth was moving to the other doctors as everything became more clear. All their mouths were moving. I sat up and yelled.

"What the hell are you saying?!" Everyone looked at me and the man pushed me down.

"Rest." He whispered and I nodded, somehow not reacting to the fact that I had just heard a voice after I had asked why I couldn't hear. The doctors left him to me, walking out. I turned to him, groaning at the pain I suddenly felt when I moved.

He was tall, as I've said before. He had tall, brown hair that stood up and was the definition of handsome. He had a worried look on his face as he looked at me and cute sparkling eyes. He was wearing pajamas. I giggled at that, but very quietly. He didn't hear me until I spoke to him.

"W-W-Who are you?" I hated my stutter. It was already back, even after a fight?

"I find you in an alleyway in the morning. I figured you needed some help." He answered, looking out the window. I was curious as to see what he was looking out at, but didn't want to experience the pain of turing around once again.

"Oh," I say, turning to him, "Am I going to die?" It felt like it. Everything hurt and my breathing kept slowing down. Maybe I was an old man. Was this what I felt like to be an old man? Am I an old man? That's not a strange thought that you should look into therapy for, Alex. Nope.

"I don't know..." He whispered and looked at his hands.

Almost on que, the doctors ran back in. One of them forced a liquid into my mouth and I fell asleep imstantly.

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n o b o d y

Alexander Hamilton had surgery performed on him on August 4, 2018. Unfortunately, the statistics of dying during the procedure raised. Alexander died in the hospital. Only one person attended his funeral; Thomas Jefferson, a man who he didn't even know the name of.

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this was a good journey.

once again, if i do ship it again, i will be starting to write again. thank you. 💞