Thursday

My arm was heavy. That was the first thing I realised when I woke up that morning. The second thing was that there was a bright light shining on me, which was strange because my blinds were never open, Peggy said that I acted more like a vampire than a normal member  of society. That's when I realised that I was not in my room, but rather in a hospital, and that the reason that my arm was heavy was because there was a cast on it. A lot of strange things had evidently occurred, however not all of them were bad. The best was probably that Alexander Hamilton was sitting on a chair next to me. The Alexander Hamilton. The most handsome person I had ever spoke to, although I don't speak to many people BUT STILL. 

When Alex noticed that I had opened my eyes, I could've sworn he almost fell out of his seat in an attempt to tell a nurse. Judging by the look on his face, he'd just won the lottery. He sprinted out of the room and led a young looking nurse to me, grinning the whole time.

"Hello John," she said cheerily. "My name is Nurse Hemmings, but you can call me Sally. Your friend Alexander brought you in last night, and he described what had happened. We were worried that you had a concussion after you didn't wake up, but we checked and it seemed that your head is fine. However, you did get a hairline fracture on your lower right arm. Luckily it will heal quickly because the impact was slightly slowed by your elbow. We need to run another test while you're conscious, so you should be free to go in two hours. If you need me, I'll be in the paediatric waiting room." Sally smiled at me and then left. I glanced over to Alex, who was still visibly excited, so I asked him why he was so happy.

"Why wouldn't I be happy? You're awake! I was so worried about you," replied Alex. He looked as though he had stayed up all night, although he probably did that anyway. Slowly, I sat up in the uncomfortable bed, being careful to avoid moving my arm too much. Alex guessed what I was doing and propped a pillow behind my back. I giggled, it made me feel like a turtle. Last night we were talking about animals, so I obviously told him all about Chris. Wait, how would I be able to take care of Chris with a broken arm? Alex could see the visible frustration on my face and asked what's wrong. I sighed, "How am I supposed to take care of Chris now? What if I hurt him with my cast?" Alexander looked at me and smiled. "What if... He stays with me and Tobillo while you get used to your arm?" I weighed up the offer and decided against it. I countered, "What if Tobillo thinks he's a toy and hurts him?" This was getting frustrating. From the look on his face, he hadn't thought of that. Alex confirmed my theory by saying, "Oh, I hadn't thought of that." However, I could tell he was still thinking. 

After a solid five minutes of silence, Alex piped up. "What if I came to your house every day to help you with Chris?" I could see the hope in his eyes that I just couldn't say no to. So I said yes. I felt my heart flutter at the thought that I would see him so often.

Just then, I thought of the possibility that he didn't want to see me, and that I was just a burden he had to carry. I mean, who would enjoy looking after me? My father taught me that. He would drink and blame me, and sometimes lock me in my room with only a slice of bread, without giving me water. I didn't know how long he would keep me in there. Once when I was 12 he left me in my room for 9 days. My mom was meant to be on a business trip but came back early to find me locked in, wrapped in a duvet on the floor. Dad was out drinking then, so she immediately took me to the doctor and then the police. For a reason I still find unfathomable, they couldn't arrest him. Since my dad worked as a lawyer, he managed to defuse the situation. Mother was furious, threatening divorce on multiple occasions. Unfortunately, my father found a way around it. A horrible, cruel way.

I can still hear the agonising screams of my mother, the sound of the gunshots being fired, the thud of her body hitting the floor. I can still see my fingers shakily dialing the police, paramedics rushing to mother's room, father being dragged away from the house, the doctors trying helplessly to save her, save her, save her, save her, please save her, please save her, PLEASE SAVE HER-

Alexander took my left hand and squeezed it, rubbing my palm with his thumb. It took his worried gaze to make me notice the hot tears streaming down my face.

"John? What happened? Are you hurt, heere, I'll get Sally for y-" Alexander started. I quickly cut him off by laying my right hand on his, being careful to ensure my arm didn't have to move too quickly. 

It seemed like his cheeks got slightly redder but I chalked it up to my imagination. My father always said my imagination would do more harm than good, that's what he'd say when he would-

"We're ready for your checkup now John. After that, you two should be free to go!" Sally called to us.

Timeshrek to the end of the check-ups yeet

We walked out the hospital together with a prescription for some medicine with a longer name than Thomas's hair when it was straightened.

"Wait, Alex, how did we get heere? I doubt you carried me all the way," I chuckled.

He blinked as if I disturbed his thoughts before answering, "I called Angie and asked her to drive us here because there was no way I was going to pay for an ambulance if there wasn't any traffic that would slow us down. She was going to stay but then she got a call because her father has fallen ill, her words not mine. So now her and the sisters are staying with Philip Schuyler until he gets better. I still think it's because the author can't be bothered to write about so many characters."

"What?"

"What?"

I just decided to ignore that. It's not like we're in a story, and if we are, it's extremely poorly written. Anyway, we walked to my house together and, if I must say, Alexander's presence alone made me feel so calm. He has good vibes. When we arrived, Alex wasn't slow to make a fuss over Chris, while I called the school and asked for a day off tomorrow. Obviously, they let me since I doubt I would be able to do much a broken arm.

I spent the rest of the day with Alex watching Harry Potter and we had a debate on whether the books are better than the movies until 10pm when he left. I decided that seeing Alexander every day was the best thing that's ever going to happen to me.

A/n: Wow 1245 words! :D Also, special thanks to ValerieMorgenstern for motivating me

Happy early pride month, but be careful because I'm not sure if they've called off pridefall or not.

Have a nice day, precious peeps!