Jamilton, a game

Chapter 19: Worry

Hamilton's POV

Everyone looks nervous and Laf calls 911 while we all rush to him to try to help him. I explain to them that he admitted to not eating.

Soon enough, the ambulance arrives. They take Jefferson as quickly as possible and the rest of us take vehicles.

We wait in the hospital now, hoping things will be alright.

Hours later

I look at the white halls, white lights, at different doors and doctors, and nurses walking around. With so many here, I wonder how many are with Jefferson. It's an interesting feeling actually, caring for Jefferson. I don't fully understand why I do, but my mind replays our time in the closet, and I silently thank Laf for daring us to stay in there. I hope Jefferson will be okay.

Soon, a doctor approaches us. 

"How is he doing?" I ask.

"He's going to be okay, we've managed to help him eat and he will be fine." The doctor says. We all take a sigh of relief for a moment, then the doctor continues to speak. "He will need to stay for about a week so we can make sure that he is eating, because if this happens again we cannot guarantee his safety." Now all of us stay quiet, for me at least, to think on what to do about that, because with what Jefferson is going through then he may very well do this again.

"Thank you doctor. May we see him?" I ask.

"You may. Follow me." The doctor takes us to his room. 

Now we all get somewhat of a view of how skinny Jefferson got. He lies there, unconscious.

We all wait for some time, but soon it gets late enough that the others have already left. Washington tried to get me to leave with them but I refused. I didn't want to leave until I saw Jefferson awake and heard his voice. I wait for hours, 

and hours

and even more hours

it's almost to the time where the hospital kicks visitors out so the patient can sleep for the night.

"Come on Thomas.. all I need is a response.. anything so I know you'll be okay..." I look down, a fair look of upset and disappointment in my face. 

"D-Didn't know y-you'd... c-call me Th-Thomas.. heh..." I look up as Jefferson talks and smile before he even finishes his sentence. I want to hug him and tell him how lucky he is, but out of respect for the pain and how weak he is, I just place a hand over his that is closest to mine. He smiles a little when I do so.

"How do you feel?" Is all I manage to ask.

"I-I feel v-very weak... l-like all m-my e-energy has been d-drained.."

"Well.. you did black out on us.. that was so scary Tho-.. Jefferson.. please don't do that again"

"You a-almost called me Th-Thomas a-again."

"I.... yeah I did.."

"Why?"

I look around for a moment, then bring my attention back to us, and back to our hands. A slight warm feeling fills my face, not too warm, but a little one. "I-I don't know.. I guess it just.. felt right in my head?"

"D-Did it feel s-so right t-to m-make you b-blush?"

"What?" I take the hand that isn't holding Jefferson's and I touch my face with it. I look at Jefferson in shock, realizing I am, but then notice his face and speak to him on the same matter. "You're blushing too!"

"I only s-started when you d-did!" We both laugh a little, still have our hand in hand thing going. "Why did y-you start b-blushing?.."

"W-Well I... I looked at our hands. After I looked at our hands I began to blush.. I don't know why.."

Jefferson smiles a teasing smile. "I think you l-like meeee." He says in a taunting way.

"I do not! I've disliked you from the beginning!"

"Th-That doesn't really work. You've already been so nice, a-and admitted to things, a-and now you are lacing o-our fingers."

We both look down to my hand just finishing trying to be sneaky to lace our fingers together. I blush a little more and then look back at Jefferson. "Alright fine! I guess I.... have small.. feelings for you-but it doesn't really work unless you have feelings for me too.."

Jefferson stays silent for a moment, then asks, "And... what if I did?"

"Th-Then... I'd probably.... kiss.. you.. unless that would be too far..."

"A-And.. if it's not too far?..."

"Th-Then I'd d-do it.." It was my turn to stutter. So much is happening! I don't understand it all! How can I feel so much at once?!

"Then.. yes.. I-I have feelings for you.." Jefferson says (obviously nervous).

I smile a little, then lean down and kiss him gently on the lips, he lifts his other free hand and wraps it around my neck, pulling my down and holding me there. The hand we have laced is now pinned otherwise he'd probably bring that up behind my neck as well. We kiss for a good bit, then only back off when we need air. His lips are so soft.. by the blush and smile though, I can tell he enjoyed it.

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I'm SO sorry that it took so long to get this out!!!