There are ten things you need to know.

Number one:

Alexander Hamilton can't wrap presents for shit. But he was there, working hard on a present with Christmas wrapping paper littering his bed. One of the rehab nurses offered to help him, but he point blank refused, determined to do this for himself after all, it was his legs that didn't work properly, not his arms, so wrapping a present should be a breeze. Key words: should be. It actually wasn't. It was very, very hard.

Number two:

Alexander Hamilton was participating in a Secret Santa within his friend group. He was Peggy Schuyler's Santa. The gift he was giving her was an In the Heights soundtrack CD that he'd managed to get from Lin-Manuel Miranda. He'd even signed it too.

Number three:

The whole thing was Eliza Schuyler's doing. Eliza had organized the Secret Santa for the past... Actually, Alexander Hamilton didn't quite know how long Eliza had been organizing it. All he knew was that she'd been doing it longer than he'd been around in New York for. Eliza loved Christmas. He loved Halloween. And didn't like Christmas all too much. These were facts.

Number four:

Netflix and Hulu and Amazon and all the streaming services in the world couldn't alleviate Alexander Hamilton's boredom. And all the painkillers in the world couldn't alleviate his pain. Considering he was sort of paralysed from the waist down, he had a lot of back pain. Pain that was being made worse by being hunched over wrapping this stupid present. How much trouble could a CD really be?

Number five:

A lot, actually. Some of the other patients had come in to Alexander Hamilton's room after hearing him swear, wondering just what was going on. Turns out it was just a teenager trying to wrap a present for his Secret Santa. Tape and paper was everywhere. Literally everywhere. There was more tape on him now than when he was in that coma.

Number six:

Okay, so maybe Alexander Hamilton wasn't paralyzed from the waist down. At the rehab clinic, they'd re-diagnosed him. He had something called paraparesis. His legs were weak. Probably never get better and he'd still have to use a wheelchair. But hey, at least he knew when he had to go pee. And god, present wrapping still sucked. It sucked a lot.

Number seven:

Alexander Hamilton had got so frustrated with trying to wrap the present that when another patient went into the room, Alexander threw his phone at him. Hit him in the face too. And that pain only came back to hit Alexander, much to the other patient's amusement.

Number eight:

Alexander Hamilton still hadn't fully come to terms with his condition. In fact, if it were the five stages of grief, he'd still be in the 'denial' phase. Or at least that's what his friends would think. Alexander himself figured he was in the 'anger' phase. He was angry and upset at everything. Everything. Everything.

Number nine:

Alexander Hamilton's friends did his best to try to help him not fall into this pit of depression in the first place. And that was Eliza Schuyler's reasoning for making the Secret Santa better and bigger. At least, According to her.

Number ten:

It was actually another patient who ended up wrapping Alexander Hamilton's Secret Santa present after Alexander came to him in tears of frustration.

A/N: I know I said I'd put it up in December, but I wanted to put it up now, to distract me from the lump in my neck that the doctors have found. Hopefully it's harmless, but writing takes my mind off it. So that's what I've been doing. This story will definitely start properly in December.