A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this is kind of late, I had a really long day at school and was really tired. I will try to update earlier Saturday, so have no fear! I hope you enjoy Chapter 7!:)
Disclaimer: I do not own Hamilton: An American Musical.
Trigger Warning for mentions of child abuse and Non-Con!
Giving a huff, George nods and walks through the clothe, nostrils flaring as Alexander's scent fills his nose once more. His son was sitting right where he had left him, his bloodshot eyes wandering around the room, before coming to rest on the Alpha as he walks in.
The President goes to his side, cooing softly into the 12 year old's ear when he flinches at the sight of Dr. Franklin. The Omega, upon catching a whiff of George's protective scent, lowers his eyes as he slowly inches closer, Alex's file held lightly in his hands.
"It is okay, Alexander. I'm Dr. Benjamin Franklin. I just want to look at your back and stomach, and see what we can do for your pain." The Doctor says, tail curling around his leg as he stops in front of both Washingtons.
The young Omega swallows, throat clicking as he glances up at Ben through his lashes, ears twitching. Finally, he speaks.
"Will it hurt?"
George tenses against the onslaught of emotions he feels well up inside him at the innocent question, not wanting to think about how much pain his baby had to suffer through the past 3 months. Dr. Franklin's ears fold back when he speaks, a frown of worry spreading across his face.
"No, it will not hurt Alex, I can assure you."
Alexander looks once at his father, George giving his baby a soothing smile as a soft growl rumbles in his chest. The Doctor walks closer once he gets a nod from the 12 year old, pulling on his blue latex gloves, and grabbing a skin friendly disinfecting wipe from the table behind George.
"Mr. President, I am going to need you to go to Alexander's other side please." The Doctor says, placing Alex's chart on the hook behind the bed.
George doesn't complain as he walks around the cot, his baby grabbing his hand when he gets closer. Franklin slowly raises his hand to Alexander's eye level, knowing that the younger Omega was jumpy and skittish right now.
"Would you mind laying on your back for me Alex?" Ben asks, making sure to keep his scent open and honest.
Alexander's heart monitor speeds up slightly, the red line jumping up and down in time with his uneven breath. His brown eyes close tight as he fights down his fear, a quiet whine sliding from his mouth. George snarls in response, his hold on his child's hand tightening, but he makes no move to attack the Doctor.
"It will help me make you feel better," Ben tries, hand tentatively reaching out to brush against the 12 year old's shoulder.
Alex doesn't flinch, eyes cracking open when he catches Benjamin's Omega scent. His small nostrils flare, brows furrowing in slight confusion and shock. George tenses, mussels tightening in case Alexander shows any sign of fear. But that doesn't seem to be the case.
Finally, after a few painstaking seconds, Alexander slowly lowers himself down onto the white sheets.
"Good, that is very good son." The President praises, feeling his heart swell at his baby's small smile of satisfaction.
"Yes, yes, excellent job Alex." Dr. Franklin agrees, eyes bright with happiness for the first time that day.
The Omega begins his examination, poking at the young boy's ribs feeling for the tell tale sign of broken bones. He finds a bump on Alexander's right side, pressing softly with 2 fingers, causing the Omega to cry out at the sudden sharp pain. The President shivers at the sound, dark ears folding back at his child's distress. Ben frowns in concern, pressing the skin around the bump, feeling for more breaks. Finding none, he tuts quietly, pushing his glasses farther up his nose as his eyes narrow in concentration.
"Definitely broken. Sit up for me, Alex, slowly please, so we don't disturb the area any more than we have to."
George watches the process closely, sniffing the air every few seconds as the muffled voices of the Secret Service Members filter through the thin fabric.
After applying bandages to the small Omega's chest, as well as wiping down the bothersome cut on his forehead which thankfully did not need stitches, the Doctor turns his attention to the child's back.
Alex sits up again, turning around fully to expose the open flap on the back of the dressing gown. Ben feels his heart sink at the layers of gashes and bruising now exposed for both the President and the Doctor to see.
"Oh my baby. . . " The medical personnel hears Washington breath out, knowing that the President was so close to losing control for the third time that day. Even through George had already seen the damage, the sight of it was still enough to make him want to kill.
"Sir," Ben suddenly says, startling the Alpha from his thoughts as he blinks at the Omega, eyes glazed over in rage. "Did you know about the extent of the damage before today?"
George snarls in fury, hair standing on end at the implications of that question, taking a threatening step toward the Doctor. Franklin is quick to hold his hands up in a gesture of innocence, fighting the urge to bare his neck at the spark of dominance oozing from the enraged Commander.
"It is only protocol that I ask that sir." The Omega is quick to point out, breathing out a silent sigh of relief when George backs off. "I know that you would never hurt your child."
"I would rather die." The Alpha says, voice hard and Ben believes him completely.
The Doctor clears his throat, tail flicking left and right as he fights to get himself under control again. Alexander watches them, dark eyes lingering on his Daddy longer than he is focused on Benjamin, small fingers clutching his sheet with a death grip.
George leans down, gently kissing his baby's dark locks as Alexander relaxes under his comforting scent. Ben fidgets, wringing his hands as he waits for the President to comfort his son and get himself reeled back in. After a few seconds of silence does the Omega speak.
"Alright, now that we have that settled, I am going to take a closer look at your ba-"
But that is as far as Dr. Franklin gets, the head of a Secret Service Member poking through the white barrier interrupting his sentence. The woman's face is slightly apologetic, but her voice is all business.
"I am very sorry to interrupt Alexander's examination, sir, but you are needed out here for a few moments."
George sighs, cupping his baby's face in his large hands. Tears slowly flow from the Omega's eyes as protests start to fall from his lips, but the Alpha shushes him, his thumbs brushing the liquid that slides down Alex's pale face.
"I will be right back sweetheart, I promise." The Commander says, glancing at Ben once before turning back to his child, " Dr. Franklin will be here the whole time, and if you need me, just yell and I will come running."
The 12 years old whines, but allows George to release him and walk away from the bed, the President looking back once before vanishing through the white clothe.
"This had better be important." He says, voice a deep growl, causing Jim to take a cautious half step back.
The Director seems to gather his thoughts, but what he says next makes the Commander's heart lighter than it has been for days.
"Mr. President, the First Lady is waiting outside, and I believe she is getting quiet impatient."
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