Here's some more medically inaccurate Hamilton whump!
Please enjoy!
Warning for blood and vomiting.
~TH~

January 1798
Alexander

His head hurt.

Alexander leaned his head against the desk. Had he really hit it that hard? He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to wish away the pain.

"Mr Hamilton?" The voice caused his head to jerk up. The throbbing came back even stronger.

His eyes slowly focused on the man in front of him. "Peter?" He croaked, why was his throat so dry?

"Sir..." The assistant appeared nervous, "I, uh, I wanted to, uh..." He paused, "I was just wondering if you were feeling okay. You fell asleep at your desk..."

He had? How long?

"Maybe you should go home, sir. I mean, you've been training me, I could take care of things here if you're okay with it...."

Alexander wanted to argue. Wanted to make everyone understand just how much he had to do. But his head... He had to lay down.

The problem was he wasn't even sure he could make it home.

"Call a cab for me, I'll be out in a moment."

The boy's eyes lit up. "Of course, sir!"

After a few moments of collecting himself and trying to calm his tumultuous stomach, he slowly rose to his feet and went to the waiting carriage. Turning to Peter, he gave a stern look. "I'm leaving you in charge, but remember, you work for me, not the other way around. I expect you to take care of my work, not make more for me, understand?"

"Oh, yes sir!" The boy was almost twenty, but he had the excitement of a small child on Christmas.

Alex clapped him on the back, "Good man. If anything comes up that you can't handle you know where I live."

With that final word of parting, he climbed into the cab. The small speech had left him absolutely exhausted.

He closed his eyes, wishing away the pain.

~H~

Alexander stumbled into his house. He had had to stop to vomit in the bushes. He tried to shake away the embarrassment.

Eliza saw him at the door. "Alexander?" She looked surprised to see him. Hadn't she made him promise to come home? Maybe he'd just imagined it. His head ached so bad he could hardly see straight.

"I think," he paused swallowing the bile that threatened to rise, "I think I-I'm going to lie down."

The concern in Eliza's face magnified as he tried to make his way toward the stairs. He pitched forward suddenly, and would have fallen, had his wife not supported him.

"Come, let's get you in bed." She kissed his head tenderly.

He felt slightly ashamed, but couldn't bring himself to care as he melted into her embrace.

~H~

Alexander slept. The aching in his head only seemed to leave then.

He woke up to someone touching him. His eyes snapped open and he saw a doctor he didn't know.

Eliza gave a small smile. "Dr Hosack is out of town."

Hamilton nodded carefully, he didn't feel much like conversing.

The unknown doctor was speaking, he really should be paying attention. Why was focusing so hard. "-swelling of the brain,"

Oh. He heard that. And Eliza's gasp. That might have been worse. 

"I can let some blood to release the pressure. Even so, he might be plagued with nausea, headaches, and forgetfulness." The doctor continued. 

Alexander hated medical bleeding. His mother had been bled. She died. He didn't see much use in it.

The look on his wife's face made him inwardly sigh. She was worried. Maybe it would at least give her peace of mind. 

"Just... don't let out too much," he mumbled. 

"Of course Mr Hamilton, Mrs Hamilton-"

"I'll stay."

Alexander smirked at the look that crossed the doctor's face.

"Ma'am, I really must insist-"

"I'm staying."

The injured man let out a soft laugh, "I'd give it up, doc. If she doesn't want to leave, she's not leaving."

The doctor sighed, "Very well then, Mrs Hamilton, if you would please get something to collect the blood."

She quickly fetched the washbasin, bringing it to him.

"Hold it here." He directed her hand. Alexander let his eyes slip back closed. "Now, I will make a small incision on your left arm."

"I am quite familiar with the procedure, doctor. Proceed as you wish."

There was no answer, but he likely nodded as the blade was brought down on his arm.

He couldn't stop the small hiss from escaping his lips.

It was painful, it always was. This was not the first time he had been told that the only treatment was to let blood. With his propensity for illness, it likely wasn't his last. This was the reason he prefered Dr Hosack. His physician tended to shy away from common medicinal practices, opting for a more plant-based medicinal rout.

Bloodletting always made him tired, and his rest had done little to chase away his headache.

He allowed himself to fall asleep.

~H~

The next morning he awoke with his headache slightly lessened, but feeling very weak.

"It's the bloodletting." Eliza's voice caused him to turn his head.

"I need to work." He wouldn't say he was thinking clearly, but the insistent pounding had trickled into a dull ache.

Eliza frowned slightly, "You need to rest. According to the doctor, you've suffered a brain injury and need to not overexert yourself."

"How long have I been asleep?" He asked, suddenly worried that he'd already slept several days. 

"Since yesterday."

At least he had only wasted one day.

"Help me up." He was shaking slightly from the blood loss and while the headache had ebbed, the dizziness was still rampant, if not more pronounced.

Eliza crossed her arms, "If you wish to work, you can get up yourself."

"Fine." He attempted to push himself up, only to fall back the first time. He hated bloodletting.

His wife came over to the bed, leaning over him. "One more day." She pressed a kiss to his forehead. "You can go back to work tomorrow."

Alexander nodded. " Tomorrow," he murmured, closing his eyes again.

He really didn't intend to actually fall asleep, it seemed his weakened body had other plans.

~TH~
I quite enjoyed writing this chapter! The next one is my favourite though!

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Jamie