{ PREPARE THY SELVES FOR THE ULTIMATE ANGST CHAPTER IS HERE!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA :3!!! Okay, okay; but in all seriousness, I would suggest having a box of tissues at hand (I don't speak for everyone but I cried while writing this) Happy Reading!! Thx 4 the views!!!}
(John POV)
"Alexander, you're the closest friend I've got."
"Laurens, do not throw away your shot."
It was almost hard to believe that conversation occurred almost a week ago. The duel had been delayed twice and I'd had enough. The way I saw it was, the longer we waited, the more terrible things Lee could say about General Washington. Finally the day of the duel had arrived. I wrote a brief letter to Peggy I definitely could have written better, but no matter, I didn't plan on needing it. I planned to remove Charles Lee from the surface of the Earth. I usually wasn't this violent, but after some of the things Lee had said about Washington, I couldn't wait to watch my bullet pierce through his skin. I wanted to see the pain in his face, the fear in his eyes. I wanted to watch him bleed to death before my eyes.
Alexander and I arrived at the dueling ground where Lee and Burr were waiting along with the doctor and two dueling pistols. I drew first position, handing my letter to Alexander and taking my pistol, I stand facing east as I load my ammunition. Lee does the same. The doctor turned around so he could have deniability. Alexander and Burr met between Lee and I, Burr trying to resolve the conflict, and Alexander expertly breaking Burr's every point and remolding them to his own advantage. After about five minutes, Burr finally became fed up, saying:
"Okay, so we're doing this."
Alexander came back to me. Patting me on the shoulder;
"Look him in the eye, aim no higher." He said, I nodded. I summoned all my courage. Lee was going to pay for what he'd said.
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BANG
A sudden burning pain in my hip changed everything. My harsh, angery expression melted into a look of pure fear and pain in my eyes. Tears filled my eyes as I looked down at the already blood-gushing bullet wound in my hip. My vision blurred as I looked up at the sky. I could feel myself falling backward, to the ground as a faraway voice screamed my name.
{Don't kill me yet, it gets worse :3 }As I gazed at the dead, yellow grass where I now lay, I was not reminded that, like the grass, I would probably soon be dead. But of the beautiful girl in the yellow dress who'd caught my eye at a ball so long ago. The girl whom I'd made my wife, whom I loved more than life itself. The girl whom I would leave behind to fend for herself after I had bled out in the grass that was the same color as her dress.
{ Oh yes I did! MWAHAHAHA}
Many people were gathered around me now. Alexander was in tears beside me clutching to one of my hands shaking; begging, pleading with me words I could not hear, the ringing in my ears was excruciatingly loud and the pain in my hip is overwhelming. I gazed up at the sky again, imagining my beautiful girl at home, peacefully sitting on a bench in the garden, reading her favorite book and stopping to watch a beautiful yellow butterfly. I watched the yellow butterfly flutter through the airand stop to rest on my bloody hand.
I'm so sorry Peggy.
{ *insert maniacal evil laughter here* BUT WAIT tHERE'S MORE!!!}
( Alex POV)
I burst into the Hospital Wing, tears streaming down my face. My eyes search everywhere for John. I'd just challenged Charles Lee to a duel that would take place tomorrow at dawn. I did it partially because I still needed to defend Washington, but mostly because he'd shot John. If John was dead... ... ...
I couldn't imagine the terrible idea.
{Just letting you guys know that the number of dots after the word 'dead' (when you count them) there are 9 of them, the same number of letters in the phrase 'stay alive'. Happy Reading:) }
"Where did is John Laurens?!" I shouted to anyone who would hear me. The doctor immediately came out of his office.
"Mr. Hamilton! Come in, they brought him in a half an hour ago. He lost a lot of blood on the way over-."
"Is he alive?" I ask, desperate and frightened.
"Yes, but you have to understand, the bullet entered just inside his outer hip and may have lodged itself in the hip bone-."
"Can I see him please?!" I ask, tears still streaming down my face. The thought of John in this much pain broke my heart a thousand times. To think that my best friend could be dying... ... ... ..
{Btw, there are 11 dots after this 'dying', the same # of letters in the phrase 'raise a glass' Your Welcome ;) Mwahaha}
"I'm doing everything I can, but we better hope that the wound isn't infected, or his chances of living will be slim." The doctor opens the door to John's room, where John lies on an examination table unconscious. The doctor closes the door behind me to tend to other patients.
One close look at John sends a new wave of tears down my cheeks. His normally rosy skin now a sickly pale. The man who normally wore a permanent smile on his face, his expression now twisted with pain, even in unconsciousness. Blood dripping from his mouth, his shirt and waistcoat soaked with blood. I began to sob into John's bloodied shirt, clinging to him like it would keep him grounded on Earth, keeping him from leaving.
"You can't l-leave John! You c-can't! You hear? I-I won't allow it! Y-you can't l-leave us behind! You
c-can't leave P-Peggy behind! Y-you can't leave
m-me behind!" I continued to sob, my tears soaking John's already blood-soaked shirt.
After maybe about 10 minuets, I suddenly felt two strong hands rest comfortingly on my shoulders. I turned to look up at whoever it was. I glanced up tearfully at General George Washington himself. He held out his arms, and I practically fell into his embrace, still sobbing uncontrollably.
After a few minutes, Washington spoke "Son- er,
A-Alexander, are you alright? I can let you have a few days off to think this over, what do you think?"
I wiped my tears and shook my head, starting towards the door, "I-I have so much work to do."
(Alex POV)
When I get back to my office tent, a tent that share with John, I sigh, deeply trying to process all that had happened today. I then got out a piece of parchment, a quill, and some ink. I started to write a letter I told myself I would finish after the duel tomorrow. I began to write:
My Dearest Peggy,
It is with great discomfort that I write to tell you...
{ Welp that's the end of this chapter! Please don't kill me!! I swear I diD NOT enjoy writing this chapter!!! I'm hoping I'll get the next update in before Christmas Break (or sometime over Christmas Break), but in the meantime, enjoy suffering under this Cliffhanger!! Will he live? Won't he live? Stay Tuned to Find Out!! Love you guys and I hope you don't hate me now! J-Dog Out!}
