Can't Stop Me From Loving You // Mullette

Can't Stop Me From Loving You

HERCULES' POV

I jumped out of my chair and to my feet. "What do you mean he might not make it?" I yelled, causing people to stare at me. I ignored them.

"You have to understand, she lost a lot of blood from not only new wounds, but also wounds that were not fully healed and got reopened." Explained the doctor gently.

"Y-You mean..." I began crying, or maybe I just began crying harder. It seemed like I hadn't actually stopped crying all night.

"There is still a large chance she could survive, it depends how quickly we get the surgery done, and then it's just up to her body to heal itself or not." The doctor gazed at me pitifully as I let out a sob. "I take it you are very close to Ms. Lafayette?"

I glared at him. "Mr. Lafayette." 

"Oh I wondered-- Sorry, the records show a person's or-original gender..." He trailed off awkwardly. "Also, Ms. Schuyler will be fine, just about a day here and she'll be ok."

I sighed and stayed silent. I didn't know how to process this information. I turned and looked at John, who was looking at his phone. He frowned, but it quickly faded away.

"Herc, Jefferson's going to jail for a long time, it says here on the news that he had several other people report that he abused them, and they are going to have a trial, but it's almost definite that he'll be found guilty, since he literally put Laff and Angie in the hospital."

"Good, I hope that bastard rots to death in jail." I growled, practically throwing myself back into the chair I had been sitting in.

Alex and John both nodded a silent agreement. We sat there in silence for hours, eventually I fell asleep in my chair, but all of my dreams were filled with a dying Lafayette. I woke up after an hour, and found that Alex was curled up in John's lap, they were also both sleeping. I sighed, then looked around the room desperately for something that would take my mind off things.

It was really late, probably 3 a.m, so there was hardly anyone in the waiting room besides me, John, and Alex. I spotted Eliza, Peggy, and Maria on the other side of the waiting room, who I guess had shown up while I was sleeping.

I despised the term "waiting room." What are we waiting for? News that your loved ones have died? Or news that they've survived? I guess it's a glass half-empty, half-full situation.

The next morning I woke up after 2 more hours of restless sleep, and John and Alex were nowhere to be found. I received a text from Alex saying they had gone to get food and coffee and they'd be back soon.

"Are there any family members of a Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette, Marquis de La Fayette?" Asked a female doctor all in one breath, which surprised me.

"Can I see him?" I exclaimed, jumping to my feet.

"If you're a family member." She replied.

"I'm his adopted brother." I improvised, and I wasn't sure if she believed me, but she let me in anyway.

And there he was, my beautiful boyfriend who I loved so much, looking weak and pale under thin hospital sheets. I ran forward and was going to kiss his forehead, but I realized that's probably not what a brother would do, so instead I sat next to him and gently took his hand.

I turned to the doctor. "Is he going to be all right?" I asked nervously.

"We think he'll wake up soon, but you have to keep in mind that he may have some mental trauma after this, PTSD, anxiety, or depression. There's a possibility he will never be the same person you knew again." She said gently.