Brown Flowers- Hamilton Oneshot

(A) Lams- The Sickness {Part Three: END}

TAKING REQUESTS

It had been four months since Alex had broken his family, and now he was breaking himself. He had given the love of his life a terrible STD, and he was drifting further and further  away from his son.

Everything was falling apart in his life, including him.

John would go out of his way to ignore him, and Philip would pretend that he wasn't even in the room. If Alex had to measure his blood pressure in the morning, Philip couldn't meet his eyes.

Philip didn't hate his father. He hated the fact that he was no longer the only one dying in his family, and that scared him more then dying himself.

For months he had told himself that his parents would have something left after he was gone. But now that thought had evaporated just like his relationship with his father.

Philip would start thinking about things, and those things would make him cry.

Like how Alex would throw him in his back and pretend that he was an airplane.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he would say. "Thank you so much for flying on air Hamilton, please make sure you're strapped in, all of your limbs are in the the plane, and please enjoy your flight." Then they would 'take off'.

Philip would wrap his arms around his neck, and squeal as he was practically thrown up in the into the air. Over and over and over again. It was very draining, for both of them, but they enjoyed so much that they did it everyday after Philip came home
From grade school.

That was the only thing that would keep Philip going. That was his motivation to finish the school day was knowing that once he went home, his dad would throw him around the backyard.

The family never flew because Philip was actually afraid of heights when he was younger, but his dad helped him through it. The more and more they 'flew' the more comfortable Philip was with flying.

They were actually planning on going to Spain the year Philip got sick. It would have been a two week trip, and it was going to be amazing. Everyone thought that they could really go since his illness started out small.

We all know what happened after.

"Philip?" John knocked on the door gently.

"Yea, pop?"

"Can I," He paused to cough. "Can I come in, son?" Ugh.

Philip hated when John called him that. It made him think that his father was old, when he wasn't. He just looked older because of the...

"Sure old man!"

John laughed as he weakly pushed the door open. He sat at the edge of the bed, and rubbed his son's calf.

"So..." Philip started, causing John to laugh.

"I went to the doctor today. Well, your father and I," Philip shuddered. He hated calling Alex his father now. He hated calling either of them his father, to be honest.

"And,"

"And...we will be seeing you soon."

Philips breath got caught in his throat as he struggled to sit up.

"What?"

"They doctor said that it was only getting worse. Everything was just...getting bad. Your dad is worse then me. He's completely bed bound now. Would you like to se-"

"No!" Philip snapped. John flinched slightly, but quickly relaxed.

"That's understandable." John sighed.