Hamilton's POV
Of course today couldn't go as planned. It it did.. Would I even be Hamilton anymore? Welp, I better get inside the tent now. Oof. Now my arm starts to hurt. Of course.
"Son. We're. You. Not. Just. Grounded?!? Not even a day after I un ground you, you sneak off to fight! Son, this isn't going to work. I'm afraid your going-"
"NO PLZ DON'T ABANDON ME PLEEASE!!! I'M SORRY!!!" Oof. So much for being edgy.
".. Of course not! But, you will be going to Mt. Vernon. This time though, people will be guarding you the whole way there. You will not return either." Ugh!! I'll be back anyways. Just you wait!
"Okay, sir." Ugh. What am I going to do?
"Son!"
"Yes, sir?"
"Your arm! What happened?!"
"Oh yea. Must have got YEET." or YOTE, YEETED, or YEETEDED.
"(Sigh) Medical wing."
"Yes sir." Back to my part of the medical wing. (They named a whole section after him. It's the section that deal with shots and stabs.)
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YEETMAS
Fanfictiona story that will make you yell "YEET" (it will last longer than Christmas)
