Captured by the King

Chapter 10

         George nervously watched doctors and surgeons work on Alexander, cauterizing things and doing things he didn't fully understand.

This is unbearable... Oh god... Don't throw up...

He was becoming more aware of what war was like just through this mishap alone. He gnawed at his knuckles gently, chewing on the inside of his lip as well. One of the doctors stepped away from Alexander, walking over to George. George perked up, standing so quickly he almost jumped.

Oh! He's approaching me- is he okay? Please don't tell me he's dead!

        "Is he alive?" He demands, before the doctor even had a chance to say anything. The doctor nods.
        "He is. The bleeding has mostly stopped. But some miracle it missed all the organs it could've hit. We're treating him for possible metal poisoning and blood loss, not to mention stitching him up. He may be unconscious for another day or so." He explains.

Oh thank heaven... Another day or so? Oh... That's okay, you can go a couple days without hearing his lovely voice and seeing his gorgeous eyes...

George nods, a bit relieved.
         "So, he's going to live?" He asks. The doctor nods.
         "So long as he doesn't roll off the bed and reopen his wound, he'll be fine. He'll have a pretty bad scar though." He says somberly.

Who cares about a scar?!

The king waves his hand dismissively.
         "We aren't worried about scars. Just... Worried about Hamilton..." He says quietly. The doctor nods.
          "I know, don't worry, he'll be alright. It'll be great... May I ask a question?" He asks.

Well that certainly depends on the question. How dare he question me? Ah... I'll allow it this once.

The king folds his arms.
          "It depends on the question." He says quietly. The doctor nods.
          "Why is he so important? I know he's leverage, and we're trying to slowly get information from him. But... Why treat him so well? He gets baths, food you would eat, his own room, etc..." He says.

Oh shit. Lie! Don't tell them you fell in love with a guy- much less an American!

The king blinks.
          "Hm. Well I'm trying to brainwash him. My charms seem to be working. I mean, he took a bayonet for me. Anyway, enough chit chat. Back to work." He demands. The doctor quickly gets back to work, and George sits back down in a chair nearby.

That was smooth... Not.

           "Alexander... Please be alright... I don't know if I could do this without someone by my side right now. Please don't turn out to be a spy in the end..." He prays.

Please.

***

           Alexander's consciousness wandered from here to there. Everything was mostly dark, every now and then a memory flashed by his eyes. He didn't know where he was. His side hurt. Things were moving past him, random noises, like a bad fever dream, or what he imagined a drug trip to be like. He couldn't think. Things were not in his control.

Hurricane

"Help me!!"

The raging wind howled in his ears, water, debris, people, everything being blown this way and that, the raging storm had no mercy on any of them.