Battlefield (A Lams story)

Chapter 13

Laurens pulled away from their kiss and rested his hands on Hamilton's waist, causing him to wince.

"Sorry," Laurens muttered, moving his hands under the freckled man's shirt, his hands still glued to his waist and stomach area. Hamilton just shook his head and smiled as if to say: 'it's fine, don't worry about it,'.

Laurens sighed and started to move his hands before realizing Hamilton's skin was awfully warm. Laurens flipped his hands to the back of his hand was facing the covered skin so he could get a better measure of warmth. Hamilton raised an eyebrow at the sudden and odd movements but didn't say anything in fear of breaking the comfortable silence.

"Are you feeling alright?" Laurens asked, looking up at Hamilton with quizzical eyes that held worry deep within.

"I think so, just a little lightheaded and some light stings from the cuts everywhere, but nothing too major, why?" Hamilton responded, tilting in his head.

"No reason," Laurens lied.

Hamilton's face was pretty pale (well, paler than usual) and his skin under his shirt was getting warmer by the second, but then again he was just tortured and proposed to so maybe it was the effects of the recent events?

"Umm, okay?" Hamilton said, though it came out more of a skeptical question fitted with nervous chuckles at the end.

Laurens felt a pit form in his stomach. He didn't like this feeling. It made him feel on edge about seemingly nothing. Laurens found himself studying every movement that was made for reasons unknown. He trusted Hamilton right? He felt like he did, but then why did he study all of his movements? What was wrong? Was he studying the movements to determine if something was wrong with Hamilton? Was he searching for a logical explanation to feel the way he did? Was there something wrong with him? Everything else seemed in check-Hamilton was acting as normal as you can when being taken hostage, Adriene hadn't come in yet, he had Hamilton trapped in his touch-but something felt wrong. So very wrong. Maybe it was his mind playing tricks on him. Or maybe it was the way Hamilton's skin messed with his mind, this time in an awful way. Laurens shook his head as if to rid these the thoughts swarming his mind.

Laurens decided to focus on the good parts of Hamilton instead of what he thought seemed off. He caught Hamilton's eyes and his mind almost immediately forgot about all previous thoughts and focused on that freckled face. He watched as Hamilton's smile grew, causing a small smile to grow on his. He admired all of Hamilton's 83-or at least that's what he counted-freckles. His mother always told a tale of a boy who's face was filled with freckles and how he was the bravest little boy ever. When Laurens asked why he had freckles, his mother had smiled and responded with: 'freckles are where an angel had kissed a person and with each kiss came a blessing,'. Laurens smiled upon the memory, that story was the last story his mother ever told him. It was almost as if she knew his soulmate would've been covered in freckles. Laurens was sure that Hamilton had been blessed with beauty because he'd never met-and was sure no one was out there-that could surpass Hamilton's looks. No one could match that goofy, yet remarkable smile. They way Hamilton had a tendency to tilt his head when he smiled. The way the outer corners of Hamilton's eyes wrinkled up, and if he was really happy, his nose would wrinkle up too.

"J, you're staring," Hamilton replied as a scarlet red took over his face. He quietly laughed at Laurens face when realization hit him.

"That's because you're so, so, so pretty," Laurens teased, booping Hamilton's nose causing Hamilton to giggle. It just so happens that when he did that, a red dot was left on Hamilton's nose. Laurens stared as his eyes went wide.

"J? What is it?" Hamilton question through chuckles, not realizing what Laurens face meant.

Laurens hesitantly looked at his hands. Stained red.

Hamilton followed Laurens horrified gaze and his facial expression quickly turned to match Laurens. His hands were red and dripping.

Laurens broke out of his gaze and quickly lifted Hamilton shirt. Sure enough, the side of his body was covered in blood. Probably the reason why it was warm and blood loss being the reason why Hamilton's face was pale and why he was tired.

"Take your shirt off now," Laurens ordered, looking his lover in the eye before ripping his gaze away so he could find an old rag of sorts to clean with. He spotted a bloody rag in the corner, probably the same one Hamilton used to clean with, and ran over to grab it. "Now Alexander," he growled upon seeing Hamilton stare at nothing.

Hamilton shook his head and took off his shirt, his face contorting into facial expressions he didn't know were possible until then, because of pain. He watched as Laurens panicked trying to find the small bottles of water they were given to survive. He felt his head get lighter and his eyes start to droop. He even felt Laurens start to clean his wound, but his mind was zoned out, just like it had been recently. Just too spaced out, He didn't even hear Laurens call his name or feel the sting of when Laurens pinched him, trying to gain his attention. He knew he wasn't going to bleed out and die, but he just couldn't seem to bring his mind to reality. In fact, the only time he could think clearly was when he was singing, and when Laurens proposed. He was too zoned out to even realized the tears dripping down his face from being too overwhelmed.

Laurens cursed under his breath as he cleaned, for Hamilton had almost completely zoned out. Laurens dabbed the damp cloth onto the wound to try and clean it a bit when something dripped onto his hand. Laurens looked at it quizzically trying to decide whether it was just sweat, or maybe drool? He sighed and looked up to see tears flow down Hamilton's face. Laurens cursed under his breath before wiping the tears and whispering sweet nothings into Hamilton's ear as he cleaned, knowing Hamilton wouldn't hear him. But what he didn't know was that Hamilton did hear him. Every word.

Hamilton smiled before closing his eyes against the protests of Laurens.