YEETMAS

YEETMAS 26 PART 29

That is my revenge!! Back to the story....

Hamilton's POV

Ugh my... (Thunder) ahhhh!! No no I don't want to drown no no no!
"HELP!"
"Son? What's-"
"Papa we need to leave I don't want you guys to die no no no! We need to live!"
"We are okay Petit Lion. It's just a-"
"THERES A HURRICANE WE NEED HELP NOW!!!!" NO NO NO NO NO
"Wait... WHERE AM I? DID YOU GET CAPTURED COMING FOR ME? NOW WE'RE GOING TO DIE ITS MY FAULT NO NO!" (hyperventilating, passes out)
Mhmm where....... HURRICANE.
"WE STILL NEED HELP RIGHT NOW!! WERE GONNA DIE AND-(ramble ramble ramble)"
"Son, you're awake. You had me worried that you had lost too much blood and we were too late. We're okay. You though... You need rest. You have many stab wounds and bullet wounds and we'll I don't even know wounds! You also broke your leg. And your wrists."
"But.... Writing... Walking..." (Tries to get up)
"(Angry sigh) Son. Did you not just hear me say you have many wounds and broken bones? Sometimes I think it would be better to just tie you down." TIE ME DOWN?!? NO. NEVER. I WILL NOT ALLOW IT. (British flash back)
(Gwash touches Hams hand)
"NO! NO! DONT HURT ME!!!"
"PETIT LION I WILL GOUGE HIZ EYEZ OUT WIZ MY FORK!!!!!!"
"It's okay. It's just me, son."
(Laf and Ham in unison) "Oh. Ya. Right."
"Zorry Papa. I got a little carried away, no?"
"Ya sorry sir."
"Neither of you need to be sorry. Alex, you don't need to call me 'sir'"
"I know, sir."
"Sigh. (In his head: hey at least he said Papa when he awoke the first time.)"
Oh no. I just called Mr. Washington sir. He told me not to. He's gonna beat me and kill me and shun me where again I will die a painful death begging for the smallest crumb of food and I will never see my friends or eat or write or ect... And finally everyone I care about will die after they forgot me.
"I'm so sorry I called you sir Mr. Washington."
"Of course. It's not a problem I would just prefer you call me something else."
"What, si-Mr. Washington?"
"Umm... You'll figure it out. But please don't be formal. It's not like you're a soldier."
"But I could be one sir!" Yes! This is my time! (salutes)
"Did you forget your in the medical wing son? You can't even sit up."
"I can too." I can prove I'm soldier material by showing him I can do this simple task. (Tries. Fails.)
"I-I lost my balance. Let me try again." (He tries 2 more times before Washingdad says)
"Enough! You're never going to get better if you don't rest. Now lay down or I will have to get that rope." Ah. Oh no.
"I'm sorry sir. But I can do it."
"Son, sigh it's fine. Get some rest."
"But-"
"Son. Get. Some. Rest."
"Okay. But-"
"Rope?"
"Nope. But-"
"Rest now. Goodnight."
"Can I wri-"
"Son. If you don't stop we'll have to put you to sleep ourselves."
"But can I write til...... Morning?"
"Excuse me! Can you put this little boi to sleep?"
"Of course sir."
"But.. How can I write?"
"You can't." Ughhhh I feeel....

3rd person's POV

As soon as Ham's asleep, washingdad scoops his boi up and let's him sleep in his arms. Carefully. Believe it or not, Hamilton tried to sleep walk. He's NON STOP!!!