He gets a call and has to pull over.  

"Uh, Mr.Hamilton-Jefferson?" 
"Yes?" 
"Your husband and son got into a car crash." Silence echoes through the air. 
"I'm sorry to inform you that your son did not make it." This time there is no silence. There is the sound of a cracking phone, of a broken man's cries and the banging on the steering wheel. 

"Your husband, however, is alive but in critical condition. I suggest you come to get your affairs in order." 

Makes it sound like to come and get all the payment settled and to wait for your loved one to wake up. But no. 

Everyone knows that means to come and prepare for heartbreak. Prepare for a lifetime of torture. Prepare to say goodbye. 

No words can explain how Thomas felt sitting in the driver's seat of his car. Crying, yelling, begging and banging on the steering wheel, as if, if he hit it hard enough, it could bring back his beloved 16-year-old son. Or keep his one love from slipping from his wet, tear-soaked hands. 

No words can explain the state he was left in. Feeling broken, but pleading to no one to feel numb. To not feel the torturous pain one feels after losing their son. 

Today wasn't supposed to go like this. But alas. Thomas sat alone in the dark of night, in his car screaming for his son. Screaming for his husband. Begging to let this be a dream. Begging to bring them, back. 

But no one heard Thomas' cries or his begging. He kicked the car in gear and rushed to the hospital, constantly wiping tears from his eyes. He had to get to the hospital. 

Maybe, if he got there soon enough maybe he could save Alex. 

Breaking every traffic law he drove to the hospital. Racing against time. Racing against life and death. 

Slamming through the hospital doors he sprinted to the front desk asking for Alexander Hamilton-Jefferson. 

"Room 18." 

Running down the hall glancing at all the numbers, tears still blurring his vision. 

Finding room 18 he runs inside only to see. 

His one love. 

Connected to machines. 

Not breathing on his own. 

He can't make it to the chair by his bed. He crumbles in the doorway. 

Thomas can't help but think that he will be left with no one. 

He stumbles to a chair. Grasping Alexanders bruised hand. 

"Please, Lex, please get better." 

A subtly beeping gets his attention. 

He looks over to a heart monitor, behind wires and tubes he can see it just barely rising and falling. Almost to a flat line. 

"He's barely alive." He mumbles. 

*Thomas first pov* 

I stare at my almost dead husband. Thoughts swirling through my mind. 

How did this happen? 
Why me? 
Why him?

Why Philip? 


"Alex! What happened? Why did we have to lose our little boy?" 

Of course no response. 

"Mr.?" 
"Yes?" 
"We have some news on your husband." 
"Yes?" 
"H-he might have a chance." 
"Really?" I ask hope building in me. 
"We have to run some tests take some x-rays and look at his medical history but from what we can see, he might have a chance." 

"Okay. This is great news." Even after what I heard, tears still rush down my face. 

"Sir, what about my son?" 
"Ah, I, he... I'll bring in some forms for you to fill out. " 

 I simply nod. Nothing hurts more than losing my Philip. He was so young. He was gonna blow us all away. Heck, he blew Alex and me away every day. 

I choke up at the thought at my little Pip. When we first brought him home. The stars in his eyes when we showed him his room. 

"Remember...when he said he was gonna write while we watched movies? You were so proud. I was so proud. His first day of high school? He was so nervous. But he made the best of friends." 

I sob quietly. 

"I miss him Lex. I miss my Pip. I miss him already. I want him to walk through the door an start singing his cute poems and songs. Lex, please if not for me for Pip, stay alive." 

Of course, no response. Just beeping and the hushed sound of doctors. 

"Thomas..." I look at the door. Teary-eyed, I see my friends. 
"I don't know how it happened!" I cry out. 

Laf, Herc, John and the Schuyler's rush to me. 

"Mon ami, it hurts now, it may never be okay again, but it'll get better." I cry more at Laf's sweet words. 

" I lost him. I lost my Pip." I cry in the arms of my friends. 
"We know Thomas. We know you love him. He knows you love him." Eliza speaks to me. 
"I want him back! I don't want him gone!" 
"We do too, Tom. We want him back." Angelica replies. 

We sit in a crying mess. 

My sobs slowly quiet to tears steadily flowing down my face. Sniffles echo through the bland and empty room. 

I stare at my husbands bruised and cut face. I'm still able to see his breathtaking beauty through it all. He is always the one light, the one good thing. 

"I don't want to lose Lexi." 
"He's strong Thomas. He can make it." Herc omforts. 
"I dont want to lose Alex either Tom. I just want to see his smile." Peggy barely croaks out. 

Elize rushes to comfort her hurting sister.

We wait all night. 

Everyone all thinking the same things.

Alex, please wake up. If not for us for Pip. Stay alive. Wake up and smile. 


Smile your wonderful smile like glass glimmering in the sunlight. Smile that smile that manages to make you smile no matter what. 

Smile for me, Lexi. 




A/N HHHHHHEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY SADNESS WOOOOO~ ANyway told ya another chapter would come out. But and hope you enjoyed thanks for reading, commenting and voting. And 
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