*Thomas's P.O.V*

Thomas was in the car, it hadn't moved forward, he heard sirens and began to freak out he stepped back out the car and ran back to the apartment. He ran to see Alexander slumped against the wall red..red...red Thomas felt sick to his stomach "ALEXANDER" he yelled as he ran to him, he needed to get to the hospital faster. He hesitantly picked him up, he heard the sirens approach, who had called the ambulance he didn't know or care he just wanted Alexander alive. He felt blood soak into his clothes as he picked Alexander up and physically winced, he ran out of the flat carrying Alexander bridal style. He ran to the ambulance, they put him on a gernie and asked Thomas what had happened.

"Sir, Sir,SIR!?" they asked him until he finally looked up

"Y-yes?" he stuttered

"His name? Your name? and what happened?"

"Alexander H-Hamilton, Uh T-Thomas Jefferson, and H-he cut up h-his arms." Thomas stuttered he was so shocked that he wasn't sure how to react.

Everyone was rushing around while Thomas stayed out of the way, they were messing around with Alexander, wrapping his arms, poking and prodding him with instruments. He was slightly hyperventilating, once they arrived to the hospital Thomas was ushered forwards along beside Alexander.

He didn't remember getting into the hospital, he only rembered nurses questioning him, his clothes were covered with blood, he kept  staring at his hands which were covered in matted blood.

Thomas had started to cry

Silence

red

silence

red

silence

insanity
for
love
why?

would you tried your life for his?

silence

silence

and no more

no more to say

no more to write

no more