First of all some things I'd like to say -
Tbh I always make John the one who mucks up real bad even tho Hamilton cheated on Eliza and that's why ppl usually make Alex the one who fucks up but it physically pains me so I literally can't write about Hamilton hurting my baby Laurens. I physically cannot so this is why John always makes the dick moves in my stories. Also I'm trying to make jimmy James and Jefferson nicer. If you'd like me to change anything just ask! I'm v open to suggestions
John's POV
I paced around the waiting room, my shoes scratching against the carpeted floor while my friends either watched me worriedly or stared around the room. We'd been waiting for two hours for any news on Alex's state. All we knew was that the bullet missed his vital organs- luckily and there was no serious internal bleeding. They had stopped any bleeding the best they could so he wouldn't faint and I saw them put him through x-rays and MRI. The nurse told me all this most likely means he'll be ok but I don't know how this works and frankly, I'm too stressed to think about it. Everything in my brain was telling me to calm down and that everything would be fine but a voice in the back of my head wouldn't stop screaming at me, telling and convincing me that he would die. Other than Peggy going a little insane and me stressing out it was completely silent. The only time anyone talked was when someone tried to persuade another person to eat.
I finally sat down in the blue waiting room chairs, letting my aching legs rest for a few minutes before getting back up again. "I'm gonna go get a coffee" I mumbled, much to everyone's relief. As much as it pained my feet and my wobbly knees, I couldn't stand the feel of the waiting room. It's haunting. The whole concept of waiting. Waiting for what? To receive the news that someone you love has died? To wait for confirmation someone you care about will be ok? Waiting for your life to take another tumble down.
I felt a tug on my jeans and I peered down, making eye contact with a small boy with tousled brown hair and tan skin. "Hi, what's your name?" He asked. I was confused until I realised I was walking past the childcare rooms.
"I'm John"
"I'm Philip" the little boy smiled. "Will you come play video games with me?"
I'd been silently searching for something to distract me for hours, so I nodded and followed him into a childcare room.
"Why are you here?" Philip handed me the Mario kart wheel controller.
"My boyfriend- isn't feeling well" I replied, letting the tiniest of smiles crack open through my otherwise gloomy face.
"I have a boyfriend! He's a boy and my friend! Does that mean boyfriend?" Philip was smiling far too wide for a boy who was in a hospital childcare room.
"Boyfriend means that me and another boy fell in love- a-and we decided to be boyfriends. One day you'll learn" I explained to Philip who looked beyond interested.
"Is it easy having a boyfriend?" Philip inquired while I messily pressed the controller buttons with my shaking fingers.
"No, but it's worth all the hard work".
"Are you gonna marry him?" He suddenly asked. I stared at Philip, my eyes stinging as I tried to hold back tears. "I think you should marry him. Mama says if you love someone you marry them"
"That's a tough thing to think about, Philip. Some people you love, like a boyfriend or girlfriend or partner, you don't marry" is all I answered Philip's question with.
"But are you gonna marry this person?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Why don't you answer?" He hastily replied.
"I don't know if I'd want to marry my boyfriend" I said truthfully. "It's an important decision- you know, marriage. I've only been his boyfriend for a year" (A/N there was a time skip during the John and Martha but btw I think I forgot to put it in)
"You promise to let me know if you ever do marry him?"
"I promise"
After an hour of playing Mario kart and me letting Philip win, I said goodbye to Philip, he reminded me too much of Alex to stay with.
"Kid I got to go but it was nice taking with you. I'll see you later" I ruffled his hair and used the strength I had left in my shaking bones to sit up from the chair and walk back to the gloomy waiting room.
"I have news on Mr Hamilton but does he have any relatives, here?" A doctor walked out and looked around the silent waiting room.
"Just friends" Angelica managed to say, I could hear the struggle in her voice and how it was delicate and fragile, ready to snap in half like a twig.
"After the MRI he started to lose blood again and the doctors are trying to stop it but if they can't then he'll faint, which could set back the surgery which will luckily only last a day or two"
"Thanks" I mumbled, just loud enough for the doctor to hear.
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Every day until Alex got out I would go to the childcare and play video games with Philip. A nurse told me that his father died when he was three and his mother was undergoing serious surgery after a truck crashed into her while she was driving. She told me his mother would most likely not survive and he'd have to be sent to live at an orphanage and be treated medically until the age of thirteen to help him deal with trauma and stuff he might experience. I don't think she was allowed to tell me all that but she looked so full of empathy and worry every time she looked at Philip, that I didn't stop her.
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Laf drove us all back to the college while Eliza tried to cheer everyone up, including herself.
I was greeted by Maria who instantly embraced me in a hug, which I didn't respond to and only wriggled out of her grip.
"I'm so sorry, it's all my fault-"
"I know" I replied and walked away, slamming my dorm door behind me. I felt bad for doing that. It wasn't her fault, was it,?
Maria's POV
"WHAT DID YOU DO!?" I screamed at Thomas. He looked frightened half to death as I slammed his door open with fury, leaving a deep dent in the wall. It was the day after Alex got shot and we all just got back from an assembly held about it.
"I didn't do anything, I swear! I would never kill him!" Thomas stuttered. "This is all my fault, what've I done!?" He buried his face in his hands and started to sob.
"Why are you crying!? You're the one who made Alex's life harder!"
"Yes Maria! I realise but I didn't shoot Alex! I didn't tell anyone to shoot him either!" Thomas cried, sitting on his bed.
"Then who the hell did it!?"
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Samuel's POV
"YOU SHOT HIM!" I screeched.
"I WASN'T TRYING TO!" Charles yelled back, panicked.
"WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO SHOOT!?"
"JOHN"
"THAT'S NO BETTER" I screamed. "Why were you trying to shoot him?"
"He beat me up, plus he's a dick" Charles messily fumbled with the gun as he smoked weed from a pipe.
"Are you... stoned?" I watched him smoke the drugs and stare at me. "Oh my god you're stoned, Jesus Christ"
"No I'm not, he placed it down and swallowed down some vodka" I watched with disgust and pulled it away from him.
"Hey dude-" I threw it on the floor, nlt sure of what else to do.
"You shot a guy while drinking underage and doing drugs. Oh boy are you in trouble"
"Not if no one tells"
I rolled my eyes. I'd be in trouble too, for knowing.
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Oops
*slowly walks away*
Soooooo