HELLO! This is my first fanfiction so WELCOME! Try not to cringe while you read this (;u;)Any critisism will be gladly appreciated! Boi!
Alexander was just coming home from his work. Today, it was especially hard for him, because Washington gave him more work than usual, and it was finally getting to him.
Hamilton arrived home very late (Eliza and kids must've fallen asleep by now...), he put his coat on the handle, removed his shoes and went to his working desk.
"There is still so much work do be done", he thought as he sat down. Then, a small, almost unoticable sound stopped him as he picked up a pen. When he turned around, there was a shocking suprise waiting for him at the door. At first, he just saw a black figure swaying, but as his vision cleared, realised that the figure was his oldest son, Philip.
Shouldn't he be asleep by now?- He thought as he slowly rose up. After a better look, Alexander noted that Philip looked quite miserable. He had a sickly colored skin and he was shaking violently as he said: " Pa, I don't feel so good..." . Alexander took action straight away and, just as Philip started to collapse, caught him. Hamilton was very well aware that his son was ill, but he was very confused; he didn't know what to do, how to act, to call an ambulance, to wake up Eliza?
His thoughts were interupted when Philip said: "Pap, I ca-can't stand st-still... c-can we g-go to my room, p-please?". This scared Alexander a little, but he nodded and they both got to Philip's room, clinging one to another.
Hamilton put Philip on his bed and covered him with blankets. Philip was sweating, shaking and just being a mess. What concerned Alex the most was Philip's quietness, he was always so talkative that other people couldn't get to a word. Finally, after a minute of uncomfortable silence Philip finally asked: "Pa, why is it so cold in here?". Hamilton kinda saw this coming from the beggining and finally told him: "Philip, it's not..." as he put his hand on top of his son:s forehead and...
The heat coming from Philip was unbearable! Alex quickly removed his hand and started going to get some cold towels, but was quickly stopped. When he turned around, he was shocked to see Philip literally pleading for him to stay. He was staying there, looking shocked, but when he realised Philip was getting nervous, he sat beside him. Philip looked relieved, but that didn't last long...
So i'm ending this chapter here, please feel free to tell me if you want me to add something. Thanks for reading!