Alexander coughed slightly and growled, kicking at Thomas' legs so he fell to the ground. Scrambling up to his feet "You asked for it! You should've knocked first!" Thomas followed him by getting onto his feet "How was I supposed to know you were getting changed?! I was just trying to find my fucking pencil Laurens took!" He yelled back at him. Alexander curled his hand into a fist and punched at Thomas' jaw, "You would've thought that being raised in the south would've taught you some human decency!" he yelled as Thomas got knocked to the ground from the punch. Kids were making their way out of the house by this time and Lafayette was the last one out. Trying to see what was happening. There was no way Thomas would hit him no way. That was false. Thomas got up onto his feet and growled before punching Alexander hard in the face. So hard that he fell back to the ground and skidded slightly. Yet he still got up, a few punches later and mostly Alexander getting bruised Lafayette managed to push through the kids who crowded the small door frame and push them away. "Stop it! George and Martha could come home at any minute!" He attempted to hold Alexander, but he pushed him away. "Fine! Thomas when we get to school tomorrow me, and you are finishing this behind the school." "You're on!" and with that they were both being dragged back inside. Running up the stairs to their respectful rooms as the avoid being seen with bruised faces. There were small blood spots on the dive way but neither of the parents noticed it and John didn't say anything about it. Giving them a smile before excusing himself and running up the stairs. Stopping when he saw a few bits of blood in front of his door and bending down to wipe it away before storming into the room and closing the door. Gasping at what he saw, his Alexander sitting there with bruises and blood coming from his lip and nose. Lafayette stood up and Alexander was frowning "John tell this man that I am alright enough to not go to the hospital and am able to fight Thomas again tomorrow?" "Laurens tell him he is not well! Please!" Lafayette argued with an exasperated expression and John stood there for a moment before going over to the bathroom to grab the med kit. "Lafayette can you leave the room?" he asked as he walked over to Alexander. Every bathroom in the house had a medical kit for injuries that were too bad to leave alone but not bad enough to go to the hospital. One he was gone he sat next to Alexander and sighed "Why the fuck did Thomas hit you?" he asked. His anger not directed towards Alexander but towards Thomas which he made sure to make clear by pressing soft kisses to his bruised cheeks before starting to attempt to get the blood to stop flowing from his nose while observing everywhere else. He pulled out his phone and flashed the flashlight into his eyes before looking at them. Observing him. "Did you throw up on yourself?" he said as he looked at his shirt to which Alexander simply nodded "I think he might be right, you need to get to a doctor. I'll go tell them." He started to stand up but Alexander grabbed his arm and shook his head. "N-No John! W-What if they kick me out? I-I'll be okay! I pushed him down the s-stairs so I started it." John shook his head and kissed at his head. "I'll be back little lion.." he pulled away and walked back out into the hall. Stopping Thomas "Instead of Alexander fighting you tomorrow you'll be fighting me. For hurting him." He hissed before pushing past him maybe a bit too aggressively. "Martha, George. We need to take Alex to the hospital. I think he might have a concussion." He said and they stopped talking immediately. "Why do you think that?" "Thomas and Alexander got into a fight right before we got home apparently. Please don't send him away, he likes it here. He didn't want me to tell you because he doesn't want to leave and be put into another home where they would abuse him again." He begged them before finally answering his question. "He's stuttering and stumbling over his words, his pupils won't respond to light and he puked. He could be puking right now." John finished, George sighed. "I'll go get the car ready, can you carry him down, John? You can come too if you want." John nodded quickly and ran back up the stairs, rushing to the bathroom when he didn't catch sight of him on the bed. Letting out a sad sigh as he looked at him laying by the toilet he had just thrown up into. "Come on petit lion, we're going to the doctor." Alexander only grunted in response. John frowned and leaned down to bundle him up in his arms, grabbing the small comfort animal and blanket off Alexanders bed before joining George downstairs. While Alexander was slightly out of it he still didn't want to go to the hospital. Attempting to squirm out Johns grasp and only stopping when the throbbing in head got worse. John mumbled to him as he put him into the car, following him into it and putting on the child lock on Alexanders door before buckling him in and sitting in the seat next to him. They lived near the hospital on purpose, taking in tons of foster kids that might need emergency attention was a risk for where they previously lived. So, while it was only a short time of driving it seemed like eternity for John, his heartbreaking every time Alexander would make a noise in pain but he was too scared to reach out a hand and touch him soothingly because he feared that if he laid a hand on his beautiful head that he wouldn't be able to let go.