The World We're Gonna Make (Jamilton)

Eight

 • Alexander's POV •
I woke up the next morning to the door of my room opening. I sat up and watched Thomas, Lafayette, and Hercules enter the room, Lafayette carrying a bag of something and Hercules holding coffees. I grinned and got up, stealing one of the coffees from him before retreating back to my bed, sticking my tongue out at him before taking a sip.

Everyone chuckled at my antics, and I couldn't help but smile. Sure, I was sitting in a hospital room after a close call with death, but it was going to be okay. Even Thomas was unintentionally helping. 

The day was spent relaxing, and at one point if I ended up cuddled up with Thomas, who was going to say anything? Around seven pm, there was a knock on the door and John came in. I froze and everyone in there gave him dirty looks. 

"Please, guys. Let me at least talk with him and apologize." Everyone gave each other looks. I was curious why he wouldn't just say it. "Alone." Oh. That made more sense. Everyone else stood up, Lafayette glancing at Thomas who hadn't moved an inch, save to tighten his grip on me since John came in. Lafayette and Hercules got up and left, leaving John, Thomas and I alone.

"What do you not understand about alone? Shoo, let me talk to my friend alone for five minutes." Thomas looked at me, only getting up when I nodded. He glanced one more time before leaving, John closing and, wait to lock the door behind him. "Five minutes before they figure it out, another five or ten before they get someone who can unlock it."

My eyes widened and I shuffled back, reaching for the remote that allowed me to call a nurse, but he took it before I could. "Don't worry Lexi. If you comply this will be so much nicer for the both of us. You know how much I love you." He put a finger under my chin, and I was rendered speechless. What would I say? What could I say?

"Aww, cat got your tongue? Good. One noise and I won't hesitate to hurt pretty boy out there." I watched him pull out a lighter and a pocket knife. My eyes widened and I shuffled away from him.

"J-John please..." He only shook his head and came over, shoving an end of the blanket in my mouth and grabbing one of my arms. When I tried to pull away I was met with a sharp slap. I didn't realize what was happening until I felt a searing pain in the arm he had grabbed. My scream was muffled by the blanket.

I watched him with tears falling down my face as he carved his first name and last initial into the skin, heating up the knife before every cut, resulting in very little blood. I was n too much shock to pull away or fight him. John, my best friend, and someone I had trusted with everything had just gone and done something like that to me.

I didn't notice he was leaving until he walked out the door when I broke down in full sobs. I heard the others rush back inside, and someone gasp.

"No! Let me go so I can go beat his ass!" I heard Lafayette shout.

"Laf, it's not going to do any good," Herc replied. I felt someone pull me into a hug. Not caring enough to see who it was, I gripped onto their shirt and sobbed. Eventually, the arguing quieted and all I heard was the occasional mumble of "You're okay now."

The voice had a thick southern drawl. That's when I noticed it was Thomas. I pulled away a little bit to look up at him, tears still staining my face. He lifted a hand to wipe them and I felt myself blush. Before really thinking about my actions, I pressed my lips against his. When I noticed what I was doing I started pulling away but was stopped when one of his hands came up to cup my face as he kissed back.

They say the first kiss between soulmates is always special. And as much as I'm still pissed for everything he had done to me, I couldn't forget everything he had done for me. Maybe there was a reason for all this. Maybe it would make sense eventually. When we pulled away my face was burning, and not wanting Thomas to see, I buried my face in his neck.

Sure, I had just been through hell and back. But it would get better. I knew it would. And hopefully, the letters on my arms would go away eventually.

It still shocked me that John would do something like that.

 • John's POV • 
 I grin as I walk out of the hospital. Alexander was mine. If marking him was what it took for people to see then that was what I had to do.

I was going to get Alexander to myself one way or another. The next step was to eliminate Jefferson from the equation.