John Pov
I heard Alex scream and suddenly he wasn't by my side anymore. I whipped around and saw him clutching his side, his eyes wide.

He was..
he was shot.

What do I do?
What the fuck do I do?

"Alex!"
I exclaimed, kneeling by his side.

I didn't care if I was shot or not. I stopped listening to anything and all m consecration was in on Alex.

I picked his head up from the pavement and put my bodily close to his.

"Kid, Kid it's okay.
You're okay.
You're alright."
I whispered.

He groaned and shifted.
"H-hurts-"

He choked out, cutting himself off in pain.

"I know it hurts, but it's going to be okay." I said, glancing back at the police officers who were coming over.

"We have to get moving kid." I said.
"I-I can't.." He said, furrowing his eyebrows and looking up to me with unfocused eyes.

His blue eyes didn't seem as bright.

"Please kid we have to go. I can't leave you here. You'll get arrested." I said, starting to panic.

I took off my jacket and moved his hands from his..
his wound.

I put my jacket on his side and he cried out, scratching at my hands.

"J-John!
J-John!
Shit!
Why the fuck are you-
OW!"
He screamed, thrashing around.

I tied the jacket around his waist and started to pull him up. He screamed again, clawing at my arms.

"Alex we have to go!" I told him.

"I want to die!
Let me die!
Kill me!
Kill me!"
He shouted.

It broke my heart to hear him shout that. He slumped down in my arms, crying silently though a few sniffles were audible.

I knew the police were shouting at us. But I'm fucking busy so it ain't like I'm going to listen!

"Kid, please."
I pleaded, trying to bring him to his feet.

"I will fucking carry you if you don't get up." I hissed.

"I-I can't do it John. It hurts. I-I.."
He trailed off, groaned and squirming.

I was fucking done.
This was the most scared I've ever been and I've been to prison.

I've been on trial.
I've been in deadly car accidents.
But seeing Alex dying in my arms was fucking horrifying.

He stopped moving.
"J-John.." He said quietly.

"What? What is it kid?" I asked desperately.

"I..
can't feel my legs."
He said.

"What?" I asked.

"My legs. I...
I can't move my legs."
He said.

"You're shitting me."
I breathed.

"I can't move my legs."
He deadpanned.

"I'm going to die." He said.

"You're not going to die! At worst you'll be a cripple, just, let me pick you up and...and we'll get in a car and go. Far, far alway. Somewhere they won't never find us." I said.

Alex laughed half heartedly and said, "I'll be a crip, huh? Won't that just be fucking amazing. You know, compared to that, death isn't lookin so bad."

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"You could be like Bran. From Game of Thrones." I said.

"Yeah? He ain't too happy bout bein' a crip either." Alex said.

"Come on, we have to go," I said, trying to pull him along.

He cried out, grabbing his side. I went back to him, holding his head and leaving my other hand on his chest.

"You're okay.
It's okay."
I said.

I watched the life start to drain from his eyes. He closed his eyes.

"Fuck you John.
Fuck you so much."
He muttered.

I laughed, my eyes filled with tears.

"I love you so much kid."
I said.

"You have a nice ass.
Congrats."
Alex muttered.

"You have a nice dick. Congrats."
I mocked.

He laughed, looking back to me with tired eyes. That's when I noticed I was crying.

I don't cry.
Alex doesn't cry either.
This can't be real.

Right?

He grabbed my arm loosely, with no real grip.

"Laurens, I like you a lot."
He said, his eyes falling closed.

His hand clenched against my arm and then went limp.

"Kid."
I whispered, letting go of his head and then stumbling away from him.

He can't be dead.
He's twenty for fucks sake!

They didn't.
They didn't kill him.
Hes..
he's alive.

Alex doesn't just die.
He wouldn't die like this.
Not like this.

"N-no."
I choked, watching Alex's unmoving body.

He just..
lied there.
Dead.

For fucks sake do something!
Get the fuck up Alex!
I have to..have to help him or something!
He can't just..
die!

He cant!
I refuse the whole idea of him just dying!

~•~•~
"John Laurens. And you?" I asked.

He put his shaking hand out and said,
"A-Alexander Hamilton."
~•~•~

"Alexander. Please just wake up."
I choked, tears running down my face.

I saw police running towards me.
I didn't care.

First name.
Proper grammar.
He knows it's serious if I'm usin' proper grammar.

I was pulled to my feet and handcuffed. I screamed and thrashed around, watching an ambulance arrive.

"ALEX! NO!"
I screamed.

I was pushed into the back of a police car. I watched the ambulance pick up

Alex on a stretcher and put him in the ambulance.

No.
Kid.

Please.