The Lion And His Lioness

I'm Sorry Ella, Elliot, But Your Daughter Might Not Survive

The Lion And His Lioness -- A Hamilton Fanfiction
Chapter 14 - I'm Sorry Ella, Elliot, But Your Daughter Might Not Survive

Ella
I was sat by my daughter's bedside, my hand holding hers. Why? Why did I allow my Baby to walk herself to school that day three months ago? Well, allow me to fill you in on what happened in the past month.

My husband, Elliot Washidoz, found out that Esperanza wasn't our daughter. Baby was actually my daughter, my daughter from an affair that I had when me and my husband were dating. He was down in Georgia whilst I was up in Washington Heights, talking with my old childhood friend Lin-Manuel Miranda. We were close... At the time, he was dating Vanessa, his now wife. That's when I met the man who was Esperanza's father.

Esperanza's father was the sweetest man I had ever met, if I'm being honest. He made sure I was comfortable when I was around him and his friends, comfortable when it was just him and I. His name? His name was George John Washidoz. Yeah... He was wonderful. Apparently, he was a descendant of George Washington, a General in the army during the American Revolution and was the United States' First President. He said that he wanted to name Esperanza after his great-great-grandmother named Esperanza Washington, who was named after John's youngest daughter. He told me that John had a journal that he gave to Esperanza which ended up in his father's possession which ended up in his possession about his family's and others' history.

For example, the Washington's had adopted another child, he told me the gender but I don't exactly remember the gender of the child; he told me that Esperanza Washington had apparently joined the army with the help of her mother, Martha Washington. He apparently knew little things about what happened during the Winter's Ball which didn't seem to make it into the things the historians saw.

An example would be that Elizabeth Schuyler might have ended up with Alexander Hamilton instead of Esperanza Washington-Hamilton. Another example is that Frances Washington was jealous that his younger brother, Lucas Washington, had gotten with Elizabeth Schuyler and that they had a duel which someone stopped luckily. I don't know who it was, I think he told me but my mind isn't allowing me to remember.

Anyway, as I sat next to my daughter I couldn't help but notice how much she looked more like George Washington. Thinking quickly, I grabbed my phone and pulled up a portrait of General Washington, saved the picture, opened photogrid on my phone, put the picture in one of the grids along with a picture of Esperanza when she was younger and looked at the differences and similarities. They had the same facial structure, same eye shape, but she had Martha Washington's eye colour.

Was my daughter a descendant of the Washington family? That's impossible! If she was a descendant of the Washington's then I would have to be a descendant, and I know for a fact that I'm not a descendant! So.. How is this possible?

Deciding to think about this later, I gently took my daughter's hand in mine as a doctor came in to check her vitals. "How is she doing, doctor?" I asked, lifting my eyes to meet the doctor's kind gaze.

"Well, she seems to be doing alright," she replied, "most of her vitals are on track. She may wake up in another month or two. However, that depends on if all of her vitals are on track. She has to start waking up in the next year or so or else she may go into a vegetative state or, worse case scenario, die."

"What injuries did she sustain from the accident?" I asked, watching as the doctor gently changed the bandages on my little Baby's right hand, the one I wasn't holding. I watched as the doctor looked at her clipboard, sighing and looking back up at me.

"Has no one told you yet?" She asked as she knelt in front of me. Confusion, fear and worry started to blossom in my chest like a flower in spring.

"T-Told me what?" I asked, my mind attempting to focus on the best case scenario and not the worst case scenario.

"Esperanza sustained spinal damage from the accident, she has also sustained a concussion and, as you and everyone else can see, she's in a coma." She told me, gently resting a hand on my shoulder as she stood back up. That's when another doctor entered the room.

She checked Esperanza's vitals again when her face became panicked. I looked at my beautiful daughter's face to see her face contorted in pain. The doctor who was talking to me before quickly escorting me out of the room and to the waiting room where Elliot and James were waiting.

"Ella! What's happening? Is Esperanza alright?" Elliot asked me, helping me to sit down as tears sprang to my eyes.

"Baby..." I whispered, my heart breaking as I remembered the amount of pain on her beautiful face. What did we do to deserve this?

"Sir, Esperanza has gone deeper into the coma which has worried us greatly. She seems to be suffering the pain of someone giving birth." A nurse that we've known ever since Baby was born, Poppy Couture, told us. She had decided to be Baby's personal nurse if anything ever came up like it did when she was a baby. When Nessa was a baby, we had to visit the hospital at least twice a month.

"That's... peculiar," my husband stated, gently rubbing circles into my back as an attempt to calm my nerves. "What else is happening to our little girl, Poppy?"

"Well-" Before Poppy could continue, her watch beeped. She looked down and widened her eyes before quickly composing herself. "I'm sorry to relay this information to you, but..." Knowing why she was hesitating, I pulled James closer to me so that he didn't hear. "But Esper isn't doing very well. S...She.... She's currently going through a sort of attack..."

"T-That's normal, right? For someone to go through an attack?" I asked, holding James closer to me. I already felt bad that the kid blamed himself for what Baby was going through.

"Unfortunately, it isn't. Esper is practically on her deathbed going through this attack with how deep she is in the coma right now." Poppy then came over to us and hugged us as tears spilled from her eyes. That's when I knew this wasn't good news. I buried my face into my husband's chest as James looked up at us in confusion. I had completely forgot that I was meant to cover his ears so that he didn't hear what condition his best friend was in. He took one glance at Poppy's tear-stained face, my teary eyes and Elliot's widened, scared and worry-filled gaze as he hugged us close to him.

"I'm sorry, Ella, Elliot, but your daughter might not make it." And with that, James and I broke down into sobs with Elliot and Poppy attempting to comfort us the best they could with tears travelling down their cheeks as well.