Jamilton Oneshots // Hamilton ✔️

Hospital [JAMILTON]

per request of someone i forgot who i'm hurting thomas this time and not alex

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I'm shaking when (King) George hits me with the wine glass. It shatters against my skin and I cry out in pain as it begins to break and cut my arm all over. I can tell he's drunk again, but I want to believe it's my fault I'm being hit. I didn't give him another wine glass. I should've when I had the chance...

"Will you ever disrespect me again, boy?" George yells, smashing another bottle from earlier against the ground.

I whine, nodding my head yes frantically until he stops threatening me and goes back to the coach, "Get me another class."

"Yes, sir." I say, standing up. I ignore the cuts on my arm, although they make me feel terrible and I want to fix them. I really do, but I've learned not to. It's better to not help myself heal, because then I'll die faster.

I puff my hair up as I walk to the pantry and get another bottle from the floor.

"Here." I hand it to George.

"Thanks, Tommy." He sneers, changing the channel on the TV, and beginning to drink the red vodka.

I walk to our shared bedroom. It's a mess. There are ropes are each side of the bed so I don't escape while we sleep and so George can cuddle with me without any running and forcing. I do it willingly now; let him tie me. This torture will never end...

The floor is practically a sea of glass. You have to carefully tiptoe through the room to get to the bed or anywhere else. It's also a mix of cigarettes, although George doesn't smoke as much as he used to since he got a lung disease. I remember that day. He cried and held onto me from the start to ending, crying about how he didn't want to die. I don't want him to die either, but I don't want to be his lover.

That's when I notice it.

George's phone sits on the tableside table. It's sitting still and looking gorgeous in my eyes. I grab it, pressing my thumb to the home button and unlocking it. His password is 1234. I snicker lightly, the first time in years. Then I go to his phone and call the police.

"Hello, this is the NYPD, what's your emergency?"

"My boyfriend abuses me." I mumble lightly, embarrassment creeping in for no reason.

"Location?"

I give him our address and turn around.

George stands in the doorway, snickering.

"Calling the police on me, hmm?" He asks. As if he rehearsed this, he grabs the ropes from the bed corners and some of his clothes. He pushes it all into a backpack. Leaving his phone, he grabs my hands and pulls me to the door.

"No!" I whine. I sound like a five year old kid.

He turns around to look me in the eyes.

"Come on, Tommy." And he's pulling me towards the door.

And the door gets broken down.

Police rush in. I cower on the floor, letting go of George and quickly crawling to the corner. I see them grab him and handcuff him. I see them take him away and I hear the sirens all around me.

My head is spinning and I feel like crying because I just lost the one person who said they loved me.

A police officer finally notices me and comes over. It's a small male. His hair is in a ponytail and several guns are on his belt. He crawls and sits next to me.

"Hey..." He mumbles softly. His voice is beautiful, "It's okay."

"Is it?" I ask harshly and then cover my mouth, "I'm sorr-sorry." I'm crying now, tears pouring down my face. The rest of the police have left except one.

"Come on." The officer says.

"Come on." The nice officer repeats to me, standing up and helping me do the same.

I follow him into his police car, which is empty besides him. I sit in the passenger seat.

"I'm Alex, by the way." He says to me as we drive.

"W-Where will I be staying?" I ask instead of saying my name.

He looks me up and down, "The hospital, probably. That's where I'm taking us now."

I nod slowly, "Thank you, A-Alex. I'm Thomas."

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I arrive at the hospital in one piece. They admit me to a room and tell me to wait for a doctor since there's nothing serious. Other police officers leave, but Alex stays by my side.

"Are you okay?" He asks me, rubbing my wrists on his chair by my bed.

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Anytime. Hey, wanna stay at my house once this hospital visit is over?"

I nod my head.

"I'd love to."