John's stay at the hospital was brief, only two nights, thankfully, but the second night was absolute Hell. Images of Alex's hurt eyes haunted him during the night. In his dreams, John was alone in his hospital room with Alexander. The room was fuzzy, fading in and out of focus now and again, but Alex's form was in a stark contrast to that. He was completely defined, staring down at John with disdain. "Why did you do that?" Dream Alex snarled.

"I'm sorry," John mumbled, unable to meet Alex's eyes. He looked down, shame building.

"Why did you push me away?" He continued. "Do you really value your father's opinions over *me*?" John snapped his head up, ready to protest, when he was greeted by his father instead of Alexander.

"Is there something you were going to say, son?" his father smirked, as John stared in horror. "Were you about to argue with him? To tell him that he's wrong? That you don't desperately need my approval?" He tried to shake his head, to no avail. Don't kid yourself, John. We both know that you're still a little boy, afraid of his father, and afraid of his feelings." John felt his throat tightening.

"You're wrong," he said, voice shaking. Although, he wasn't sure who he was trying to convince: his father, or himself.

"Was he, though?" Spoke another voice, and suddenly, where Henry Laurens had been, stood Mulligan.

"Herc..." John whimpered, giving him a pleading look. One that clearly read, "I can't handle this from you, too." Dream Mulligan only smirked.

"You know, I shouldn't have even bothered telling you to get his number. I was trying to he nice, but looking back on it, that was just stupid. Look where you've gotten yourself now..." He sneered, and John had to look away.

"Shut up..." He mumbled, unable to meet the other man's eyes. "You're wrong. You're all wrong."

"Right, because that's why I had to tag along on your date. Sure." That came from a glaring Eliza.

"And why I basically had to drag information out of you when you were telling us about him." Now it was Angelica standing with him in the room.

"Weak," now it was Peggy. "Pathetic," Lafayette glared. "Unworthy," can the voice of Burr. All these in flashes, and then silence. One... Two... Three... And then came the last voice. "Scared."

John looked up to find Alexander, once again, standing in front of him. "You're scared," the man repeated. "Not of your father's opinions, not of your friends', and not even of mine. You're scared of *yourself.*"

John shot up in bed, heart pounding. His eyes quickly swept the room, finding no one. No one but himself, alone onw the darkness... He didnt sleep very well for the rest of that night.


Hey hey! Sorry this is up so late, I've recently come across a particularly time consuming thing, and I'm having to work out a new writing schedule. Once I've got that figured out, I'll let you guys know when you should expect updates.