Abi's POV

I blinked a couple of times, adjusting to the light in my room. Wait, this wasn't my room. I lifted my head a little, Lin was sitting by my bed, his head in his hands.

"Lin?" I asked, my voice soft, "where..." I was cut off by him jumping out of his chair and hugging me, before I could even sit up.

"Oh gosh you're awake. You're alive, Niñita I thought I lost you." He was crying, and holding my pretty tightly. "I thought you were going to die, oh gosh, sweetheart, don't scare me like that again."

"I'm sorry." I whispered, starting to cry myself. "I... I'm so sorry." I was crying now.

"Don't be sorry, don't you dare say you're sorry. Just why?" He asked.

"Can you hand me my phone?" I asked, "it should be with my clothes."

"Not until you tell me why this happened." He said.

"No, that's why I need my phone." I tried to explain.

"Ok," he got up and grabbed my phone from my sweatshirt pocket. "Here, now scoot over."

"This is a less than twin size hospital bed." I said, taking my phone.

"That has never stopped me before, now scoot over." I smiled a little, and moved to the side of the bed, and he got in next to me. "Now, explain." He prompted, and I opened my phone, scrolling back through my notifications, until I found what I was looking at last night.

"I posted a picture of Seb sleeping on my shoulder, saying I finally got him to go to sleep."

"Congrats by the way, you're so much better at that than I am." He said, and I smiled.

"Well, someone felt the great and dire need to say this, 'you're not the only one who had to put a kid to sleep, get over yourself, and stop being so over dramatic. No one cares.'" I stopped talking briefly to find the next comment, "I heard @abigailleighmiranda put her 16 year old brother in juvie. Um, get over yourself kid, you probably ruined his life, and you have no proof he did anything, you're probably faking it.'" I was sitting here trying not to cry again. "A heck of a lot of people called me weird, but, I guess, it was things like this. '@abigailleighmiranda get your', I don't swear," when I refused to say the F word, Lin laughed a little.

"You're 5, Niñita, I swear you're 5." He hugged me into his side.

"Anyways, 'get your self out of Lin, Vanessa, and Sebastian's lives. They are genuinely good people and you're like a leech, sucking away their time, money and family, like a parasite, trying to shove yourself into their family. If you really cared about them, or anyone, you'd kill yourself. Stop using them." I didn't make it through that one without crying.

"Niñita, no llores. Por favor, te amo, te amamos. Por favor, lo siento, no llores. Miramé," I looked at him, "te amo."

(Niñita, don't cry. Please, I love you, we love you. Please, I'm sorry, don't cry. Look at me. I love you.)

"I'm sorry." I choked out, crying into his Heights t-shirt. "I won't do it again, I'm sorry. I just, I thought, I guess, that, I kind of was a leech."

"You aren't a leech." He said holding me, "you're not. You're my daughter. Mi hija. Mi Niñita. My life wouldn't be easier without you, please don't leave me." He fumbled a bit in the pocket of his sweats for his phone.

"Who are you calling?" I whispered.

"Vanessa." He replied. "Hey!" He said, answering the phone, "yeah she's up." I heard him say, "awesome! I'll see you in 20." Apparently Vanessa was coming, "I love you too." He hung up the phone.

"Vanessa's coming?" I asked.

"Yep." He replied.

"Can I go back to sleep?" I asked.

"Sure." He said, so I fell asleep my head still buried in his Heights t-shirt.

•••

I woke up a little later, when Vanessa got to the hospital.

"When you called you said she was awake." She said, sitting down.

"She was when I called you." Lin tried to defend.

"I'm up, I'm up." I said, sitting up in bed.

"Sweetie!" Vanessa hugged me just like Lin hugged me when I woke up the first time. "Oh, honey, are you ok? Seriously? Oh, gosh, we love you so much. Please know that. Our lives wouldn't be easier if you left, they would be harder. We love you.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. "I'm so sorry. It won't happen again, I promise." I told her.

"Don't be sorry baby, don't be sorry. It's over now, it's over."

•••

Lin's POV

I had to leave Abigail at the hospital at 5:30 to make it to the Rodgers, technically I was still 45 min late for call, but I mean, no one was going to be upset with me today. After I had pulled my costume on, and was miced, I heard a knock on my door.

"Prayer circle buddy." It was Chris, he headed the cast prayer circle, I swear, if he wasn't an actor, he would be preaching at a mega church, "how're you doing?" He asked, swinging his arm over my shoulders.

"I'm ok."

"You'll make it through the show?" He asked.

"Yeah. I mean, I have to." I admitted laughing. We got to the Hair and Make Up department for the prayer circle.

(A/N: Ok, so I get it that a lot of you aren't religious, which is why I've been avoiding this part of Hamilton. I'm including it in the chapter for 3 reasons.
1.) It's really important to the characters given the current situation
2.) The Hamilton cast DOES HAVE A PRAYER CIRCLE. It is headed by Chris.
3.) This will be clear later on in the chapter.)

The entire cast was standing in a circle, the entire cast never showed up, usually only 10-15 people.

"Heavenly Father, we're here, we're all here to say thank you for what you've given us. For giving us a chance to live out our dream and we are so blessed with what you've given us. Obviously, we are here as well to ask for your hand of healing to be on Abigail, who is essentially our daughter, and we pray that she is able to come out of this strong and full of the joy she is able to pass on to all of us. And finally, for Lin and Vanessa. That they are able to move past what happened this morning and to find comfort in your love. To you be the glory, amen." Chris concluded the prayer and I was trying to hold back tears.

"Guys... I'm wearing makeup." I said, blinking back tears.

"We love you man, hope she feels better." Chris came over and hugged me, then Renée joined, then Daveed, then Ephraim, then Jazzy and Anthony, then it was just a huge group hug.

Just then we got our 5 minute call and I ran back into my dressing room to grab my phone. I got on Twitter and posted a picture of Abi and I from the hospital. When she fell asleep the second time, with her head on my chest.

@lin_manuel - I love her so much.

I tweeted it, then set my phone away, then went on for the show.

•••

I walked onstage for Stay Alive (reprise), I had been dreading this one all night. I was there looking at Anthony dying and was brought back to holding Abi in the kitchen when we thought she might not make it. The fear that instilled in my heart then was back, the tears I cried tonight had more meaning than ever before.

"There are moments that the words don't reach, there is suffering too terrible to name, you hold your child as tight as you can, and push away the unimaginable." Renée sang, to open Its Quiet Uptown, and I walked on, my heart felt as if it were breaking over and over again.

"I take the children to church on Sunday, the sign of the cross at the door, and I pray, that never used to happen before." I sang, and then something hit me. I had an idea, I couldn't process it right now, but, I had an idea.

"They are standing in the garden. Alexander by Eliza's side. She takes his hand." I felt Pippas hand slip into my own, and even if it was scripted I would have shattered.

"It's quiet uptown." I heard Pippas soft voice sing, and tears came out again, as they did, she squeezed my hand a little bit, and I made it through the rest of the song.

•••

We made it to bows, and after we concluded those, I ran backstage to get a mic.

"Hello hello hello!" I said to the crowd, and immediately saw tons of phones fly up. "Ugg, phones," I rolled my eyes, "it's actually ok, but, what I have to say is pretty serious, so, um, right now, my daughter is in the hospital, and almost died this morning." I said, and for what seemed like the hundredth time today, I cried, and the audience was dead silent, I felt Chris's arm wrap around me, and was so grateful, "so, there's a line in the show, 'and I pray, that never used to happen before.' I guess, I have a favor to ask. I really love my daughter and I realize that most of you aren't Christians, or religious, but, I guess, my favor is, please pray for Abigail." I broke down again.

•••

Thanks for reading!

- Abi