I woke up the next morning. Light shone in my eyes as I lightly hissed. I forgot to close the windows and shut the curtains. I turned to my side and swallowed my morning humor down. While doing so, my throat seemed to sting. I coughed a few times and pushed myself up. I then noticed the puddle of sweat I was sleeping in.
"The absolute f*ck?" I asked as I looked at my hands. I put my sweaty hand to my forehead and groaned. "Great." I hissed and tossed my blanket to the side. I coughed a few more times as I massaged my sore throat. "I'm sick," I concluded.
I got out of my bed and put some none-sweaty clothes on. I walked into the living room to see it full of life. The guys were talking with each other in the living room and kitchen. I smelled something faint. Like, maybe it was the fact that my nose was running and I couldn't smell that good. But what do I know?
"Hey Y/N!" I heard someone call. My head began to pound at the sudden loud voice. I slowly turned my head towards the person. It was Hercules. "Good morning," He beamed. I coughed in response. Everyone suddenly fell silent. "Are you okay?" John asked from the kitchen.
I coughed again. "I'm fine," I denied and sniffed through my nose. "You look horrible," Charles bluntly stated. Samuel proceeded to hit him over the head. "And you look like burnt toast 24/7, but do I comment?" Alexander barked at Charles from me.
I coughed again and made my way to the kitchen. "HALT!" George shrieked as I stopped dead in my tracks. "Stay where you are sickling!" He ordered. I sighed but stood still. Everyone moved all the way to the corner of the living room, far enough from me.
I went to walk again when they all shrieked at the same time. "STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" Lafayette yelled. "I just need some lemon ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) juice and I'll be fine," I reassured them and set a step forward.
They all began to hiss at me and I stepped back. "You're going to infect the whole damn kitchen! We still have food in there!" John whined. "What should I do then?" I asked back. "Wait!" Samuel beamed as he grabbed a pencil off the counter. We slowly walked towards me and drew a small circle around me.
"Stay in the circle," He beamed. I twitched my eye as I stared him down.
"...I WILL KILL YOU!" I yelled at him as I put a step out the circle. "STAY!" George yelled. "I'M NOT A DOG!" I yelled back at George. While I yelled, Samuel sprinted towards the rest. "Okay, Y/N, just go to your room and we'll get you breakfast," Washington suggested. I fell silent. Sighing in defeat, I retreated towards my room.
I sat down on my bed and groaned. I waited for about 3 minutes before Alexander came knocking on the door. "Hey," He greeted as he opened the door. He held a tray in his hands with a small breakfast on it. Some bread, a little bit of butter and jam on the side, a glass of water and some freshly squeezed lemon ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) juice.
He slowly set it down on my nightstand. "There you go," He smiled as I softly smiled back at him. I covered my mouth quickly and coughed. "Thank you," I mumbled. He leaned forward and put his hand on my forehead. "You're really burning up," He noted. "I know," I murmured. He sat down on the edge of my bed and looked at me. "You're not...Dying...Are you?" He asked me. My eyes widened.
"N-No! It's just a cold, I'll be fine," I reassured him. "Well, Madison had a cold until his death," He pointed out. "Not helping Alexander," I stated with a cough at the end.
"Right! Right." He sheepishly mumbled. "I'll get better in no time. It'll be even quicker once I can reach my medicine cabinet IN THE KITCHEN," I hissed at him.
"I'll get it for you," He quickly stated and got up. "Just bring the whole box," I told him as he left. He closed the door behind himself. I sighed again and coughed a few more times. I looked at the breakfast and had a sudden appetite loss. I did grab the glass full of lemon juice and drank a gulp of it. I immediately ended up regretting it and scrunching my nose up. My throat did feel better...For like 2 seconds.
The door opened again, but this time it was Thomas. I lightly blushed and looked away. "How are you doing?" He asked as he held onto the door frame. I looked back at him. "I would wanna say okay, but I'd be lying," I slightly chuckled. "I got the medicine," He mumbled a bit, looking down at his hand which held the medicine.
"I thought-"
"Hamilton fell off a chair trying to reach the medicine box," He chuckled. I put my hand before my mouth trying to hold in my laugh.
"So I got it for you," He continued and sat beside me on the bed. As he sat down, I noticed how he carefully placed his legs. "How're your legs?" I asked. He looked up. "They're fine, don't worry about me," He smiled bitterly and looked down at the medicine.
Something about his tone and smile made me feel very suspicious. "Are you okay?" I asked as he kept looking at the medicine. "Yeah, my legs are fine," He repeated. "No, not your legs. You," I clarified. He fell silent as his smile slowly faltered. "Yeah," He sighed tapped the medicine box in his hand. He then passed it onto me. "Here," He mumbled.
"Are you sure?-"
"I'm fine," He grumbled and stood up. I heard him wince as he quickly got up and walked away. He closed the door behind him, slightly louder than Alexander.
I felt a stab in my heart as I looked at the medicine box. I sighed and opened it, getting the medicine I needed.
(I'm actually sick and I'm dying! Yay!!!)
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Hamilton X Reader: Back to our 17s (SEQUEL)
Fanfiction"It's me!" "Excuse me, who?" This is a sequel to back to their 70s.
