What'd I Miss?!

Thank you guys so much for your encouragement while I was gone! I got some really nice comments that made me just fell good inside, like I've been doing something right.

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You gasped, your hand flying to your cheek, then you quickly put it back down, remembering that you didn't want to touch it. You started panicking. Your heart sped up as you recalled what your father had said many years ago.

You rolled down a hill in the park, your dress staining with green. It was a sunny day, so your father had brought you to the park. You kept rolling down this grassy hill, picking up speed from gravity, then eventually slowing down. 

You giggled as you tried to stand, but fell because of your dizziness. You rolled down again for the umpteenth time, but scrapped your knee on a rock.

It hurt bad. Your four-year-old self started wailing, clutching your knee. Your father ran down the hill, and knelt beside you. "Shh, shh. It's okay, Y/n." He comforted. "Let's go home and get that cleaned up. If you don't it'll be bad. If it gets infected, your basically doomed because we don't have the right medicines to help it." He sighed. Then he looked down at you. 

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. You're to young." You stared at your father, horrified. "So I'm gonna die!?" You cried. "No, you'll be fine because we're getting the cut cleaned. I'm just saying, always clean cuts, because infections are the cause of most deaths in this time of year."

You could feel the color drain from your face. The world around you turned to a blur. You felt like you were falling.

Away from the war.

Away from this earth.

Away from your friends.

The feeling slowly dissipated as you felt John's arms around you, not letting you fall. Unfortunately, the world was still spinning as you heard Laurens urgently call for the Schuyler sisters, but his voice seemed so far away.

He held you tight as you heard the faint conversation between him and the girls.

"Do you want me to find a carriage?"

"No, it'll be to slow. I'll take my horse."

"Are you sure? With Y/n almost passed out and everything?"

"Yes. I'm sure."

The faint voices slowly turned mute, and the world stopped its constant spinning. Everything turned black.

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When you became semi-conscious, you could feel the wind rushing through your hair. You shivered slightly, but oddly, the coldness seemed to stop, and you were enveloped in warmth. You saw John's jacket covering you, blocking out the cold.

Everything came to you quickly after that. You were on a horse, you had just fainted from fear, Laurens was trying to save you, and you were slowly dying.

You looked up at Laurens, managing to form a small smile. You heard him sigh in relief, knowing that you weren't yet dead. You realize that he was somehow managing to steer his horse with one hand. You made a mental note to master this impressive trick. His other hand was resting under your dully throbbing head so you wouldn't fall of the horse.

Soon enough, the horse slowed to a stop. John carefully got off with you in his arms. He speed walked over to a woman in a white, formal dress. She escorted both of you inside the small buildings, and into an empty room. John set you down on the small hospital bed, and gently took your hand.

"Laurens?" Your voice came out hoarse. "Y/n! I thought you wouldn't make it in time for us to get hear." He said, relieved. "I'm not throwing away my shot this easily." You laughed softly. (Don't!) He smiled, but it disappeared too soon. "But Y/n," He said sadly, "what if you still don't make it?"

You slowly sat up, ignoring the pain in your head, and embraced him. He quickly hugged you back.

"John," You said, not using his nickname, "I may not live to see our glory, but I will gladly join the fight." You said, not sang, quoting the beloved song you had heard many months ago.

Laurens joined in, singing this time. "And when our children tell our story. They'll tell the story of..." He paused briefly, kissing you quickly, then continued, "tonight."

"Listen," You said in a bittersweet tone, "If I don't make it, at least I'll know that tomorrow there'll be more of us, because I know that we will win this war, and I know that America will be free."

Laurens nodded, tears in his eyes. He sat quietly on the edge of the hospital bed, then suddenly pulled you into another hug. You rested your head on his shoulder. Finally, John spoke. "We may have no control who lives, or who dies, but you can be sure that I will tell your story."