One Last Time //Lams//University AU//Part 1

Chapter 5

November 6th 2017
Wednesday

John POV
I sat on the hospital bed, turns out I had dislocated my shoulder, bummer. I'm lucky it was my left arm because I'm right handed. Alex was sitting next to me, he felt like he was the one to blame for it so he wanted to keep me company.

"You okay?" I asked, he looked a little uncomfortable, "I just, really hate hospitals." he replied and fidgeted with his hoodie sleeves. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to." I said, he shook his head, "No, I do."

Angie and Eliza walked into the room arguing about something, I looked up at them, "Uh, you guys okay?" I asked, they stopped arguing and looked at me.

"Sexy male nurse!" Angie yelled, I looked at her confused, "We saw a real good looking nurse and Angie's mad that I dragged her away from him." Eliza sighed, Alex laughed and Eliza at down next to me.

"How you holding up?" she asked, "Oh, I'm fine." I said but Eliza clearly didn't believe me. The doctor walked in, "Okay so, were going to get your shoulder back into its socket, I'm gonna need you to lie down." he said as Alex and Eliza got off the bed.

I lay down on the bed and the doctor began to move my arm back into place. All I can say was that it was extremely painful.

After my arm was back to normal he gave me a sling so I wouldn't keep moving my arm. Angelica decided it was her fault I was hurt in the first place so she paid the bills, I protested a lot but she wouldn't listen.

~time skip~

After about a half an hour I was discharged and we headed back to the dorms to meet up with Peggy, Herc and Lafayette. Before we could get there we just so happened to run into Jefferson group aka the 'Southern Motherfucking Democratic Republicans'.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is." said Jefferson once he saw me. "Is my face that hard what you broke your arm?" he asked. His nose was bruised and I couldn't help but smile, "No you idiot, I rammed a door down. And besides I punched you with my right hand!"

Angie looked at me, "When did you punch him?" she asked curiously, "This morning, I'll explain later." I replied.

We were about to get into a full blown argument when Mr Washington walked up to us, "There you guys are!" he yelled, "We've been looking for you guys for like an hour!" "Why?" asked Angie, "A student told us that they heard a loud breaking sound from your room, so we went to go check it out and the doors destroyed!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, right, that's my fault." Angie said appologeticly, "Then why is Laurens wearing a sling?" he asked suspiciously, "Because I told him to." she answered simply, "Now much for the door?" she asked, "$200 dollars for the door and someone to install it." he replied, Angie took out her wallet and handed him the money.

"Come on! Why can't I pay for it?" I asked, "Because it's not your fault." Angie replied, "Yeah but it's my fault." Alex mumbled, "No it's not Alex." Eliza said rubbing his back.

Angelica handed Washington the money, we then walked back to my dorm, Herc, Laf and Peggy were there waiting for us.

"You good bro?" Peggy asked me when we walked in, "Yeah, I'm good." I replied. "You should go get some rest." Herc said, I rolled my eyes, "I'm not a little kid." I said and Angelica hit me over the head. "Go to sleep."

I rubbed my head and walked into my room, gosh they can be so controlling.

Alex POV
John walked into his room to go to sleep. I felt really sorry for getting him into this, it's my fault he hurt himself. Truth is, I really like him. Like more then friends, but I know I shouldn't. I promised myself that I wouldn't get myself into a situation like the one I had with Jefferson ever again, but John is different. Maybe we could be together.

We decided to all go back to our rooms so we could let John rest, I'm not getting a new door for a few days so I've lost privacy privileges until then.

I sit on my bed, I remember I kicked my knife under the bed so I retrieve it. I look at it, it's a rather beautiful knife. Purple handle with little gold markings, the word, 'Hamilton' carved into the side. A very sharp blade. It was a gift from my mother, and the only thing I have left of her.

I can still remember the day she left me, wasn't her fault of course. I just wish it wasn't her who had to go.

I sit on my bed and ask the world, why? Why did she have to die? Why couldn't I have died too? Why am I still here? What purpose do I serve?

I place the knife on my desk. 'She wouldn't have wanted this.' I think to myself, 'She would have wanted me to be happy. That's why she worked so hard. To keep me happy.' I lay down on my bed and stare at the ceiling, "I'll try make myself happy." I whisper to myself, "For you."