Dead Girl Walking

Or rather, Almost Dead Man

Alex's POV

I scrolled through makeyourownwebsite.com (I don't think that's a real website don't go to it).

Website Name: alexander.hamilton.4president

Ending:
.org ●
.com ○
other (please enter) ○ ._ _ _

Theme:
Donation ●
Save the _____ ○
Campaign ○
Shop ○
Non-profit organization ○
Make your own ○

Description: If you love freedom, send me money.

Pictures (optional):

[Done]

My mouse hesitated over the done button as I looked over everything. I had already made and uploaded my campaign website.

I clicked it.

It showed me a clarification just to make sure. There was one problem.

The donate button was a toxic green.

I hovered over the donate button, and up came a million colors to choose from. I went with a simple black with white text.

I clicked upload.

Just then I got a call from George. I put him on speaker.

"Alex! I decided to run for president."

I looked from the finished websites on the two computers, to the phone on the desk, back to the computers.

"That's great!" I exclaimed, forcing a smile.

Angie's POV

Hercules walked over to me. "Angie... we need to talk."

Shit.

Alex's POV

John grabbed my shoulders and shook me. Blood leaked from my mouth onto the desk. I didn't respond. "Alex!" I couldn't breathe.

While everything was going black, John got fainter and fainter. "ALEX! ALEX! GET UP! ALEX, GEt up..."

John's POV

I called 911. What was happening to Alex? "911, what's your emergency?"

My voice was shaking. "My fiance is lying at his desk. He's not responding. Blood is leaking out of his mouth!" I told her my address.

Pretty soon, an ambulance showed up while I was dragging him outside. I rode in the ambulance with him. He didn't wake up. The siren was blaring. Bad sign. Bad sign. I texted the gang.

Group chat: Turtles

Members: HORSEFUCKER, CinnamonRoll, turtlesrBEST, And_Peggy, MomFriend, TransFrenchBaguette, BiAsFuck

turtlesrBEST: GUYS FUCK FUCK FUCK COME TO THE HOSPITAL ALEX IS DYING

And_Peggy: WAIT WHAT THE FUCK

MomFriend: John, did you change the group chat name again?

MomFriend: WAIT WHAT WHAT THE FUCK

CinnamonRoll: what's happening to him?

turtlesrBEST: [1 image attached]

CinnamonRoll: FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK IS THAT BLOOD

turtlesrBEST: YES WHAT'S HAPPENING

CinnamonRoll: THAT'S POXY LYSEL THE BLUE SPOTS AND PINK SKIN MEANS THE WORST CASE HE NEEDS AN IV AND A FEEDING TUBE AND HE NEEDS TO BE DRENCHED IN ICE COLD WATER AND HE NEEDS ROSEMARY AND WATER BLENDED TOGETHER ON ALL THE SPOTS AND GLYCERIN/AVOCADO ON HIS FACE AND HANDS AND CROTCH

turtlesrBEST: crotch?

CinnamonRoll: yeah he'll probably be uncomfortable with the doctors doing that they might ask you to

turtlesrBEST: EW

TransFrenchBaguette: Mon ami, you literally have sex with him like, every other night

turtlesrBEST: fine

Peggy's POV

Laf pulled me aside at the hospital. "I think we should break up."

"LAF!" I screamed. "Why?!"

"Just... it's not working out. I have an appointment for ze surgery in ten minutes at this hospital. I need this, Peggy. And you aren't gay."

I took a deep breath. "Says who? I love you, as a girl. You were born into the wrong body. You're a girl."

Laf contemplated this. "But we still need to break up!"

"Give me one good reason why."

She took a deep breath. "Because I don't love you."

She retreated to the check in counter, leaving me in tears.

Angie's POV

I went to the check in counter. "I'd like an abortion."

"Alrighty! We have an empty spot in twenty minutes."

"That works. Thank you."

Herc pulled me aside again. "I'm breaking up with you."

John's POV

A doctor came in. "Are you John Laurens?" I stood up and nodded. "Come with me."

She led me into a room.

Alex was laying in the bed. His eyes were closed, and his lower face was smeared with blood. There were a million tubes connected to him, and his hair was matted. There were bandages all over his arms, where the doctors had put in shots. His face with shiny with glycerin, and his hands and face were twinged green from the rosemary mixture.

"It's Poxy Lysel. The cancer made him more vulnerable. He'll be discharged in about two weeks."

My mouth fell open. "Two weeks? I was hoping to do most of the wedding planning by then!"

"You can do it with him. We can only have one person stay overnight."

"I need to." My response was automatic.

"Alright." She started to leave.

"Hang on. Did you say, cancer?"

"I did. He has severe lung cancer. We are still treating him. He has ten months left to live. I have to go."

She walked out, and I collapsed, sobbing, into the chair beside his bed.

Alex's POV

I woke up in a hospital. John was weeping beside me. "Why didn't you tell me?" He sniffled.

He meant the cancer. "Because it's a great conversation topic. Right after sex: 'Hey John, guess what? I have severe lung cancer!'"

John didn't even smile. "I suppose we have to start planning the wedding, so we can get married and I can get FUCKING WIDOWED!"

"John, I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking!"

"Yeah, I can tell."

He pulled out a folder. "But I totally think we should get planning."

I nodded, and he sat next to me on the bed.

"First, we need to tell everyone."

I put everyone on a conference call, including James Madison, Thomas Jefferson, Martha Washington, George Washington, and the rest of the "turtles", as John calls us.

"Guys, big news." I announced.

"DID YOU GUYS BREAK UP? I SWEAR, IF YOU BROKE UP -" Eliza started.

"We didn't break up," John assured her. He showed my left hand to the camera.

I think that Eliza dropped her phone and started running around while screaming, because we only got screams and darkness from her.

This went on for a while.

Finally, we ended the call. "That was exhausting."

We started planning our engagement party. That took much longer than I expected.

When we stopped, I was so tired I could almost faint. John tucked me in and kissed me goodnight.

I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

A/N: I'm gonna try and get this done by March 24 (the wedding, not the book). I'm legit using WeddingWire lol. So yeah. THEN I'M PLANNING MY FUCKING DREAM WEDDING ON THAT THING