When I See You Again

5) Hospital

:Third Person:

As he lay there in the hospital bed, Alexander Hamilton thought. He thought about what happened. He thought about who all was there. He thought about how he got there in the first place. He wondered what time it was. Was he late to his classes? Do his teachers know?

What a way to begin the school year. In the hospital. By myself. All alone.

A nurse soon came into the room escorting The Schuylers and the revolutionaries into the room.

"Damn son. You're in worse shape than our school cafeteria is in after a food fight." Remarked Peggy earning a slight chuckle from the group. Alex tried to laugh but it hurt too much.

"Relax Pegs. He's hurting." John Lauren's said with a smile, instantly regretting calling Peggy pegs because he got a slight slap from her.

"Yez. Ze boy is right. He's in ze pain. I mean he did get beaten up pretty badly." Laf said as he solemnly looked at Alex.

"Alrighty guys. I understand that you're here to look at me, but stop. It's kindof weird to have so many people look at you like you're a sick puppy who is on it's last leg." Alex said eyeing someone outside the waiting room.

A loud commotion came from outside of the room and a man can be heard shouting at the receptionist.

"WHERE'S MY SON??"

"Sir please calm down. If I'm not mistaken he's your nephew though."

"HE'S BASICALLY MY SON. WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?"

"Room 178."

A man can storming down the hallway and burst through the door.

"Oh Alex! Are you ok? Are you hurt? Who did this? You guys, did you know?"

"Woah Uncle Jim. Yes I'm fine. Yes I'm hurting. Burr. No they didn't know until someone contacted them through my phone. Hey would you mind leaving us for just a little bit? I'll text you when I'm to be released and when I get home."

The crowd of Alex's friends replied with a yes, sure, fine, or an ok before saying their last goodbyes for the day. Once the room cleared Jim resumed.

"Do we need to sue? Do we need to take further action? Homeschooling?"

"Uncle, there will be no reason to sue because we don't need the money. It is no ones fault except mine and Burr's, which I will handle. Home schooling will not be necessary. Please calm down."

"I will calm down after you tell me how badly you're hurt."

"I have a broken nose, a few broken ribs, and a twisted ankle but that's it. No concussions and no comas."

"Oh sweet Jesus!"

The two rambled on about anything and everything before Uncle had to go back to work. He gave his number to the receptionist multiple times with the instructions of if anything else happened or there's something else to worry about, they need to call him.

:Alex:

As I sat there looking at my head monitor and my IV bag, the door clicked open, revealing a familiar fluffy haired man. He was wearing jeans with a black leather jacket tied around his waist, leaving his torso clothed in a tight, black t-shirt. His boots clicked as he walked towards me, his hands clasped together.

"Ah Jeffer-shit."

"I see that your injuries haven't forced you out of your hateful nature, then." He said as he smirked at me.

"Hey, nothing will make me forget that I hate you and your goons. Speaking of which why did Burr choose today to completely fuck me over?"

"A, they aren't my 'goons' and b, because I didn't get to."

"Why are you even here? You aren't my friend soooo???"

"Ah. I'm here because I thought you'd like to meet the person who brought you here. I was going to leave you lying on the bathroom floor but I figured that you'd want medical attention. After all, if we would've left you there you'd've died." His thick southern accent escaped with each word he said. His hands were by his side now and he was now at the foot of my bed.

"Well I appreciate the help but unfortunately I don't appreciate you. I guess I figured that since we are now seniors in high school that or immature selves would dissolve themselves. But apparently not for you and Burr."

"Ah but that's where you're wrong. Your immature self is still in you, based off of what you said earlier today to me. Hmm what was it? Oh yeah. And I quote: 'stop biting your lip or else I'll bite it for you.' That seems a bit immature to me. As for Burr, that boy will never grow out of this phase."

I let out a slight chuckle remembering what I had said and what he just said.

"Yeah. I guess Burr really won't grow out of it..."

He put out a hand for me to shake. "Let's put this behind us, deal?"

I thought about it. "Absolutely... NOT. Do you know how much pain I'm in?? This can't just be 'put behind us'. I HAVE BROKEN RIBS!" I winced at the pain that I felt in my torso.

"I'm... uh... sorry. I didn't want him to beat you up. That's why I brought you here the second he left the bathroom. I really am sorry!" Thomas started to tear up once he said this but he blinked the tears away before they could completely spill over his face. He sounded genuine.

"I won't forget, but I will forgive. I can tell that you are being genuine. I won't say that we are friends but I do think that we can become acquaintances over time." He nodded his head at this. "But I do have a request if this is going to work."

"Yes? What is it?"

"Don't send your damn goons after me again. I'd really like to keep the rest of my bones safe and secure."

"Deal!"
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So I am looking back at previous chapters and I notice that my dashed lines are messing up.
When you write in Wattpad, it is different than what you actually see when reading. I didn't realize this so I'll try my best to not do as many.
Peace out guys, gals, and people!
-S