Rescue me [Hamilton fanfic] (Complete)

CH. 9

*WASHINGTON POV (still)*

(apparently there were no nurses in war in the 1700's but It's a fan fiction sooo I'm doing it anyways. There will probably be other things that aren't historically accurate...😂)

     "Mr. Hamilton?" Said the nurse. "Surprise... heh...I'm alive..." Alex said with nervousness in his voice. "Come sit so I can take a look. If you don't mind..." She gave us a look saying she needed privacy so he would be more calm. He had seemed quite panicked. Probably trying to keep quiet about the pain he had. He'd been through a lot. "Of course." I said. Laf, Herc, John, and I left and sat outside waiting for the results. We had heard Alex hold back a yell of pain a few times. It broke my heart hearing that and it seemed to have the same effect on his friends as they looked at eachother with very sad expressions.

*TIME SKIP AROUND 30 MINS*

"You may come back inside." "Ok thank you... what are the injuries?" "You might need a feather and paper for this." She mumbled sarcastically. "Well, there are multiple broken bones which are his Leg, arm, and wrist, many shot and stab wounds, he's very dehydrated, and needs food and rest desperately. I have gotten the bullets out." That was probably what we could hear. There is nothing to numb the area. Someone just has to take the bullets out. Worse case scenario, they have to cut off the area if there is an infection. "Luckily, the wounds weren't infected. He should be fine but he isn't supposed to fight for around 6 weeks but knowing him to be stubborn , he will be back fighting in around 2 to 3 weeks. Probably 4 at most.

                         *ALEX'S POV*

     I couldn't express how happy I was when my friends and Washington saved me. I didn't even think they were coming. It had almost been a week. I have a lot of injuries but at least nothing's infected. It seems like I'll be ok. I think Washington and my friends heard me when I was trying not to yell while the nurse was taking out the bullets. It hurt a lot.
She said she was surprised on how well I did and that I did better than some other soldiers having to get the bullets out. Apparently some would have to be held down. Yay me... I Don't like the pity they're all giving me. I'm fine! I may be injured pretty bad and In a lot of pain But I'm not dying!"

"Come on Alex. Let's get you the things you need." John said." "Again with the pity." I groaned. "what do you mean?" asked Laf. "Shoot. Did I say that put loud?"
"Mhm." Herc hummed. " Son, we don't feel pity for you . We just want you better. The faster you get the things you need, the quicker you can fight again. And I think we all know that you want to fight." Washington chuckled.
"I'm fine..." I grumbled. "You're so stubborn sometimes!" Herc laughed as he lightly pushed me. For once, I didn't have an argument for that other than saying "Am not."

     We had only been back at camp for only around 30 to 45 minutes when Washington said he'd just remembered he had left Benedict Arnold in charge while he was gone and had to tell him that he was back.
"Has anyone seen Benedict Arnold?" Washington asked after looking for him. " He's not aroun-" just then a gunshot sounded. "Merde!" Laf shouted. "Sir a soldier was just shot!" John yelled over the commotion. "There are redcoats everywhere! It's an ambush!" Yelled Herc. "John, Get him to the nurse, Lafayette and Hercules, come with me. Let's get this over with!" "Yes sir!"
"Erm...Sir!" I said. Although in pain, I was eager to do something. I couldn't just sit here being useless. " Is there something I can do?!" "Alex, you're injured, I can't afford loosing more soldiers." But-"
"Son, I need you alive."

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