Historical Lams Oneshots

Drowned

I was waiting for Alexander and Laffayette to return from the battle. I was not sent with them, I can't question the general, though. I'll just draw, Alexander always loved my drawings.

I finished my drawing. I smile to myself as I look at it. I heard footsteps approach. I turned around and watched the tent's flap. "Monsieur Laurens? May I come in?" "Yes, Laffayette. Of course." My smile soon vanished as I witnessed his appearance. He was crying? "Laffayette! What's happened?" I asked anxiously. He hung his head and replied "Hamilton is dead." We hugged. "How?" I managed to asked, with tears running down my face. "Lee says he drowned. A casualty, like Alexander didn't even matter." He informed me, angrily. Washington says we shall drink to Alexander's memory." I nod. " I shall accompany you soon. " He nodded, understanding. After he left, I grabbed a letter Alexander wrote me. I reread it, over and over.

I was sobbing by the time I left the tent. I grabbed a mug and chugged. After a few moments I realized I had drunk 6 mugs. I carefully stood up to leave for bed. Suddenly, a horse came riding in camp. Laffayette nodded to me as he grabbed his musket, I grabbed a sword and approached the horse. I always liked horses. I calmed the horse and finally observed what was wrong. A sleepy, shivering, bloody, Alexander sat in the horse. I dropped my sword and picked him up. "Laurens?" He whispered. He fell asleep in my arms. I carried him to Laffayette and Washington. "He's alive, What really happened to him?" I demanded an answer. Washington quickly stood up, came to us, and smiled.
"Petit lion? Il est vivant?" (Little Lion! He's alive?) I smile, nod, and carried Alexander to an aid tent, with Laffayette and Washington following. I removed Alexander's boots, unbuttoned his coat, took his hair down, and I looked up to Laffayette and Washington. They left so I could undress him. I took off his shirt and gasped. He had been shot, too? I called the medics to the tent. They took medicine out and dumped it on a cloth. He pressed it to Alexander's shoulder and Alexander started moving. I grabbed his hand and he squeezed it. I held the held his chest down, and the doctor continued. The doctor sew Alexander's gunshot wound, and told me he needed rest. I thanked him as he left. I dressed him in nightclothes and placed clean, warm clothes next to our bed. As carefully as possible, I lay him in bed. I pushed the hair out of his beautiful, violet eyes. He always denied his beauty and I reassured him. His eyes resemble the sun set near dawn. I layed in our bed next to him. He crawled up onto my chest and I lay multiple blankets on him and one on me. We slept happily that night.