Part 11

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My dad was looking at me. His eyes were filled with happiness and relief.

"Dad stop staring at me." I said

Dad smiled

"I'm sorry. It's been a month since you went into your coma. I've missed you. Plus, Anthony and Leslie and Davved also Phillipa wanted to see you when you woke up. So they are on their way now," dad told me

Wait. Did he say coma?

He didn't say coma, Y/N. He couldn't have. I mean I fainted a lot. Wait- were those times I fainted meant I was crashing? We're my vitals low? (Sorry I've been watching way too much of Grey's Anatomy)

What about Leo? Was that just a figure of my imagination? No. It couldn't be. I uh, I'm not gonna say what me and Leo did. (Calm down. They just made out.)

Dad saw what I was thinking through my face.

"You miss someone." He said

"Uh um no I don't." I said

"You can't lie for shit, Y/N. What's wrong?" He asked

"Fine. I miss someone. I don't know if he was real-"

"He? He? hE? HE?" Dad flipped out

"Listen." I said

"Fine." He said crossing his arms

"I don't know if he was a figure if my imagination. Or if he was from a different universe. I just- I miss him." I said

"What's his name. His full name." Dad asked

"Leo Hamilton." I said

"Who's his parents?" He asked

"Philip Hamilton and Ally Madison Hamilton." I said

"Who's his grandfather. And what year?" Dad asked

"Alexander Hamilton. I met him in 1825. Right after Hercules Mulligan died." I said trying to find my copy of common sense

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