Hamilton One Shots (x reader)

Lafayette x Reader [2]

"We won mom ami! We actually won!"

I didn't reply and we released.

"I cannot wait to find Y/N, she's going to be so happy, you know-"

He stopped as more tears fell down my face.

"Laf." I croaked.

His eyes widened and his smile fell. His face creased with worry and regret.

"Non non non.. non non." He whimpered and pushed past me to the medic tent, tears already falling.

I rushed after him.

Medics surrounded Y/N as they failed at reviving her. Two medics held her back where she was shot to stop the bleeding and three more worked in front to try to make her breathe.

She was not breathing.

They beat on her back, anything to allow her air.

Lafayette fell helplessly to the ground crying and muttering in French.

A medic yielded success as he held up the bullet that was stuck in her back. Everyone focused on getting her to breathe.

I heard cheering from outside, lines of men celebrating our victory. How could they be celebrating when Y/N was dying?

Coughing interrupted my thoughts. I looked over to see Y/N's eyes fluttering. Lafayette wasted no second and ran to her side.

Y/N's POV

Pain.

Pain was all I can describe how I felt.

I knew, I felt, only a gunshot in my back. Yet every inch of me burned.

And I was so tired.

There was a light.

A glimpse of the other side.

I saw my father on the other side.

He's with my mother on the other side

They're all with my baby brother on the other side.

I saw relief on the other side. A place where I would no longer burden the pain that raged through my body. I ran towards that light with no second thoughts.

But I was pushed back.

Back into the real world where I was forced to open my eyes.

I choked on the blood that had made a dried layer around my throat, and the fresh blood that continued to rise.

A bright, blinding light greeted me. I immediately closed my eyes.

I could here voices. Ones muttering my name.

I was on the edge of survival and the bliss of the other side.

I blinked over and over, to get someone's attention. I could not keep my eyes open due to the blinding light.

Yet I heard a voice. A voice that sounded more desperate then the voices on the other side, beckoning me to join them. The only voice I knew, with a French accent.