Lafayette, Hercules, and Alexander sit in the apartment of theirs. Hamilton awkwardly and lonely sits writing in the corner. John went to work, leaving him at home with these two Cheesy assholes. He had been listening to their flirting and wanted to be entertained. So he practically yelled: "I know what Laf wants!!" He climbed on the dining table and jumped down right away. "LEMME SMASH", as you do.
"Alex stop," Herc said, playful but strict.
"I know what he needs! He needs John. Put his picture on a pillow so he can fuck it!" Laf announced. "Shut the fuck up, Laf." Alex barked.
Herc and Laf chuckled and turned to Alex who as furiously writing in an he's raggedy brown notebook. "Whatcha writing? "Laf questioned, the weirdest look plastered on his face. " Nothing!" Alex shrieked, slamming his notebook closed.
"Come on, Alex, you always write like your running out of time, tell us!" They persisted.
Alex sighed, opening his book and reading "Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish that it were in my power, my dear," Alex cleared his throat as censorship. "to tell you that I love you."
The two grown men squealed "Its to John isn't it!!" Alex scratched the back of his head, fussing with his hair. "No! No, it isn't! " He stammered.
A bit too excited, Herc started coughing and grasped his head as he slumped to the floor. "Mon Ami, you okay?" Laf asked, touching Hercs arched back.
"Just a headache..." Herc grumbled.
"Oh! I have something that'll do the trick! " Alex proclaimed. And pulled an unlabeled pill bottle where he gave Herc two white pills on his way to lay down to Lafs room. Alex sat back and thought of what else to write in this letter when he felt his heart dropped. He gave Herc extremely powerful antidepressants hr had gotten from the streets.
He rushed Herc panicky, and screamed "Herc! Are you okay?! How are you feeling?!"
Her and Laf exchanged a confused look, Hercs a bit more tinged with pain. "Yeah?" Herc said in a questioning tone. Alex gulped "I...Gave you the wrong pills..." Both of the others panicked and simultaneously asked: "What'd you give him?!" "My antidepressants... But! You should only feel loopy!" As Laf yelled at Alex Herc became disoriented, chest tight he had an awful coughing fit. He took his hand away from his face- a puddle of blood in his cupped hand. Both Alex and Laf stopped dead and stared at Herc as he choked for breath, falling off the bed he sat on the floor, his area quickly covered in blood.
Alex finally sprung into action, kneeling by Hercs side, who was dizzy and fading. "Laf call 911!" Alex screamed, turning Herc to his side and wiping away the blood off his face.
Laf stumbled with his phone, but after five minutes hung up "They are on the way! Keep him awake!!" Alex screamed and shook Herc.
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The ambulance took them away, it took three hours to get him stable and awake. They sent in tests to the lab in efforts see why this happened.
Alex scribbled down "Bless the man who not knoweth of his accomplishments and good deeds but only of his failures and reckless deeds" on the bottom of an extremely long note to his friends.
He looked up at Laf who playing with Hercs hair, looking lovingly at him.
"Hey guys, I'm gonna go to the restroom... Okay?" Alex said, closing the notebook, which had the beginning of his note bookmarked with a slim piece of paper that said 'Read Me!' On the top.
"Don't be too long!" Herc chimed like the cool breeze of a warm summers day. Alex was confused as to why he almost had killed that man. Why was he so kind to him?
He stepped out of room 9-25 of the Lung and Heart department. I dialled (282)827-1028.
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
"Alex? What's up? I'm at work..."
"John... You need to come to Independence North." You could almost hear Johns heart crack and drop to his stomach through the phone.
"Wha-what? What happened?!"
"I have Herc the wrong meds for his headache and he started coughing up blood. He's stable now, but you need to get your ass over here."
"I'm glad he's okay, but are you okay?"
"Honestly John? No, just get here."
"It's not your fault.."
"Yes, it is, just gets over here." Alex hung up before John could say any more. He felt a lump in his throat and tears clawing at his eyes, so he hurried to the bathroom, slammed the door shut, slid down the door to the floor, and released all the emotions he held close to his chest.
"Its all your fault."
He took the pencil sharpener from his hoodie pocket.
"You did this to him."
He unscrewed the small screw with his fingernail.
"Now you can see what it feels like."
He wrapped red ribbons around his wrists.
"Feels good, huh? You sadistic fuck."
His soft, gentle, sobs grew louder along with that damn demon.
"You should get rid of those pills before they can hurt some else."
He stood up and he took the four bottles out of his hoodie pocket. He opened them.
"You should get rid of you too. Before you can hurt anyone else."
He took five pills from each bottle and swallow them all in one go and flushed the rest.
He sat down, his back against the wall. He helplessly sings "Kill me now, I want to die. I heard there's a chance at an afterlife but don't think I'd be let in. But at least I won't be living. Here I am sandwiched between Heaven and Hell, oh what? They don't exist? Oh well, I wouldn't have gotten into the good one, but at least I won't be living to see him die and blame myself, oh that really really really really wasn't my plan of how I would die: suicide. But I'm begging heart to finally stop"
It was a cute but cruel song about a broken-hearted boy but Alex changed the lyrics a bit. He did this a lot and off the top of his head.
He wiped his face when he remembered Herc telling him not to be too long. I made his way down the hallway to Hercs room. He knocked before entering any two curious faces melted to worried and compassionate looks.
"Oh, Aly... You've been crying... Come here." Herc stretched out his arms, welcoming Alex. I'm response Alex looked at the floor beside him and rubbed his wrist against his leg. "I don't think you want the man who just almost killed you to touch you."
"Mon Ami... Don't be like that..." Laf tried to grab Alex's arm, but Alex moves so he can't.
Herc looked at Alex and affirmed him "It's not your fault". And despite Alex's refusal, he grabbed him in a hug, only squeezing tighter when Alex struggled.
Alex shook as he tried o swallow a sob down before he choked out " Herc I did something bad..."
"What'd you do?"
Alec stepped back, pulled out his empty pill bottles, rolled up his sleeves and showed them to his beloved friends. "Threw most the pills away..."
"Aly!" Herc cried, grabbing Alex once again and pulling him close. Herc started sobbing.
"Mon ami... Why would you this?"
Alex cried out "Because it's my fault this happened, I hate myself, I deserve to die, and I want to!"
"Aly..." Herc sobbed harder. "It's not your fault and you don't deserve to die!!"
Laf held one of Alex's hands that were wrapped around Hercs torso to examine his wrist.
"Oh, you need to get a doctor..."
Alex nodded and added between small sobs "Y-you know w-when I said I threw away most of the pills?"
"You didn't..." Herc gasped.
"I took five from each pill bottle... But being here with you makes me realize..." He was getting even more emotional "I don't wanna die... I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die!! I don't wanna die! I wanna live! I want life!" He hysterically cried.
"Don't worry... You wont... I promise..."