LAFAYETTE POV

I stare at the sunset as we march through the dawn, reminding myself why I'm fighting. 

Stay alive....*Adrienne's voice sounding weak with fear*

He had to stay alive. He couldn't break Adrienne's heart.

Stay alive....*Adrienne's voice sounding shaky*

Pain suddenly erupted in his stomach, searing, unbearable pain. He ran. He couldn't let his legs give out. He had to fight. He must fight. 

Stay alive...*Adrienne's and Lafayette's voice*

He was stumbling. He was gasping for breath. Blood trailed behind him. 

Sou vous plait.....(please)*Adrienne's voice*

He fell to his knees. This was it. He bent over, convulsively retching on the ground. Blood spattered his mouth and sweat poured down his face. He fell forward, face planting in the dirt.

Stay alive!!...*Adrienne is sobbing in fear*

An image of Adrienne clad in black and wearing a black veil over a gravestone flashed through his mind. He gasped, lifting his head from the ground. 

"Commander Marquis de Lafayette! You're injured!!!!" 

He got up and tried to run away from the medic. He was going to fight. Who cared about a gunshot?! The militia needed him alive. Adrienne needed him alive. Hamilton, Mulligan, Laurens needed him alive!!!!!!

"Sir, you are injured. Stay still."

He struggled to get up. *"Ma femme! Adrienne! Elle a besoin de moi!"

**"Sir Marquis de Lafayette! Stay still! You're aggravating the wound more! You will survive if you let me carry you to infirmary! The wound is shallow enou-"

"Laissez-moi partir! J'ai besoin de me battre! Je ne ferai pas la veuve de ma femme! Elle attend un enfant! "

"Sir, you are delirious. Stop flailing so we can stitch the wound!"

A rancid liquid was ripped into his mouth-whiskey. The only anesthetic they had. He could only silently cry in pain. He wanted Adrienne. He just wanted Adrienne. He wanted her beautiful face, her lovely voice, her calming demeanor, and her soft hands. Tears streamed down his face. "Je veux ma femme! Où est-elle?!"

"Monsieur Marquis de Lafayette! Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé?!"

**Hamilton ran up, holding Lafayette's hand. 

***"Concentrez-vous sur moi! Je sais que tu as peur! Ma femme s'attend aussi aussi! Mais vous ne pouvez pas jeter votre coup!" 

He looked at Hamilton. The youngster was rapidly babbling in French, comforting yet determined words as he raised his voice, causing patients to glance at them. But Gilbert could care less. This was all he needed. Being shouted at in the face by an energetic, fighting Nevisian redhead. A surge of confidence went through him. He grabbed onto Hamilton's sleeve. He was the beacon of light. Hope. It was near enough to touch.

Do it for me....*Adrienne sounds hopeful*

NOW FOR SOME CUTE LIL FLUFF WITH LAFFY TAFFY PININ FOR HIS DEAR WIFE AND THE HAMILSQUAD BEING GREAT FRIENDS AND CUTE LIL YOUNG HAMMY YOU'VE BEEN WARNED AND HERC BEING...HERC AND JOHN LAURENS OUR BEAN OF AWESOMENESS

Gilbert . He kissed it and sighed sadly, turning his head to look at the picture of his dear bride on his bedding that he clutched it every night and repeated their wedding vows to in French. 

He made a frustrated noise. He hated that he was so clumsy with words. 

He looked around for Hamilton and spotted the redhead also writing quite fast, his quill moving so quickly it was probably making the paper smoke. He went over and stood by the much smaller man, knowing his mere presence would get his attention. 

Alexander looked up, and his face lit up. It was quite adorable, really. "Marquis de Lafayette!!!!!" He chuckled. "Monsieur Hamilton!" Alexander jumped up, almost bowing a little. Oh, bon Jésus. He was literally a fan of him. Should he be honored or concerned?....

 He then remembered why he came over there. Merde. He was only forgetful when he was very preoccupied or stressed. He looked away. "Monseiur Hamilton, you are a-aaaah! How you say?! Oh! Wonder with words. I was wondering if you could help me with a letter to my wife."

He practically squeals. "Of course, monsieur!!!" He smiled, giving him the five pages he'd write so far. He gave me a few suggestions, and then he handed them back to me. He giggled. "Lovebird." He playfully smacked him.