The Press (Whamilton)

Ch. 32

Alexander Hamilton's eyes always change. That's one trait George has noticed in them after all this time. When nuetral, they are always shining and wide, burning with excitement or too much coffee. They're a violet blue color, always striking and unique to spot in a crowd. When he's sad the glow dims and leaves only deep ocean waters, murky and cold and chilling. When he's angry they are the fiery blue tint of lightning in a storm. Best of all, when Hamilton's in love they are deep and hypnotizing like the galaxy above. His eyes are trusting and loyal and shining with affection.

But right now they are just Alexander's eyes. Just simple, real, and true. A cloudy dark blue blur from Washington's vision. His own eyes are filled with tears. Hamilton gives a big grin and his eyes squint when he does. They almost looked closed.

George is holding him close, curled up in the shitty hospital bed with him and holding him as close to his chest as he possibly can. Hamilton's just looking up at him with this irreversible smile. Lafayette is rambling off everything that's happened politically in the past five months, leaving out everything with Hamilton and Washington, Eliza's talking to some doctors about Hamilton's condition, and Jefferson is leaning against the wall with this guilty look on his face.

Alex mumbled, "I missed your hands." He held said hands and felt every part of them. "They're calloused and big and strong." Washington chuckled and kissed his head.

George whispered, "I missed your eyes. They're stunning and perfect and I think I took them for granted one too many times."

"I missed your lips." Hamilton replied with a little smirk. "Did they miss mine?"

George purred, "More than life, Hamilton."

Eliza cleared her throat as she stepped into the room. Washington sat up, pulling Hamilton into his lap and holding him close. Alex was wrapped up in the blankets like a burrito. She sighed and said, "The doctor's said they just need to do a quick check up, check your vitals, and then you're free to head home. They also said they're making sure the press does not know you are awake until tomorrow afternoon at best. They might even say nothing." She looked at George and continued, "They said if Jefferson brings flowers for another week they might keep it a secret forever."

Alex shook his head. "Not forever. They'll know soon. Right when I step out of the building they'll know." Eliza walked over and sat in a chair next to Lafayette. She folded her hands in her lap and leaned her head back. She was starting to get a killer head ache from just the mention of The Press.

Washington said, "They don't have to know... We could... We could fake your death!"

"Washington, sir," Lafayette smiled and said, "You already tried running away without a trace. I think the truck was God's way of telling you it was a bad idea to begin with." Washington looked down. Lafayette frowned and looked away.

Jefferson finally spoke, "You've already decided to resign and put me in charge. Will Alexander still be-"

"YOU WHAT?!" Hamilton shrieked, looking at Washington in shock.

Washington sighed, "Easy, easy. I am resigning and he is the most well liked and decent human being in the cabinet as of right now. I've already made the decision months ago and there is no changing it."

"Sir, you-" Alex stopped himself. He took a deep breath, looked between Jefferson and Washington, and nodded a bit. "Alright... Alright, I trust you."

The room was quiet after that. George rubbed Alexander's back, his mind whirling trying to think of a plan. Alexander was awake, the doctors would stay quiet for three days at the most, Jefferson was going to be president, and the tidal wave and storm The Press was was waiting for just the right moment to strike on Washington and ruin everything he's worked for. (That everything being Alexander. Alexander is his everything he has worked for).

George said softly, "Would you like to come over for dinner tonight?" He looked around. Everybody stared at him in confusion. "I was thinking of heading out for dinner tonight. I haven't been into town in awhile. We could get Chinese, McDonalds, Applebees-"

"Last time we were at Applebees it didn't exactly go peacefully." Jefferson chuckled, "Remember the cabinet dinner?"

Eliza rolled her eyes with a little smile. She remembered, "You cursed in front of The Press and still managed to be adored by the fans outside. Alex wore makeup and The Press wrote about it for a week!"

Alex teased, "You and Maria were sharing glances the entire night, Ms. Schuyler. It was an adorably budding romance and don't think I didn't see it!"

Lafayette looked at Washington and Alex with a grin. "Oh they were a budding romance?" Alexander's face went red while they all laughed about memories of being in the cabinet.

After an hour or so of memories, a doctor came in to interrupt. She explained, "Mr. Hamilton, your condition is fine. It's a miracle you have no surgery issues. We should mention that you can take the bandages off in a week or so." Alex felt the top of his head. Part of it was wrapped up in bandages. His hair was short! He didn't even notice!

Washington asked, "Am I allowed to leave too?"

The doctor sighed, "Please, Mr. President, you could have checked out four months ago." She gave a smile before leaving the group alone.

Jefferson picked up his brief case and headed for the door. "I should go. Lots of work to catch up on." He said vaguely before leaving. Lafayette hugged Alex tightly before following him out. Eliza said her goodbyes to the two before heading home for the day.

So now it was only Washington and Alexander. Still curled up in a hospital bed holding each other. Alex leaned his head against George's chest, closing his eyes to try and earn himself a minute or two of sleep.

George's eyes were soft and sweet, glazed with loyalty and care. They always seemed to brighten up when they landed on Hamilton. His eyes darkened when he was tired. They changed to a poisonous ivy that wrapped around his own heart and squeezed it until he was exhausted. Washington's eyes were not like Hamilton's, but that didn't change how he looked at Alexander.

He always loved looking at him, and this never changed.