A/N: Hey guys! I had a little bit of extra time after Photography Class today, so here is Chapter 4!:) I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hamilton: An American Musical.
Trigger Warning for talk of child abuse and non-con!
"Mr. President, we need you to step away from the cot please." An Alpha Nurse with steel-gray eyes says as he pulls an I.V. out from the wall, wiping it off with a sterile cloth.
George reluctantly takes a step back as the female nurse closes the doors and walks closer, her motherly scent sending soothing waves over both Washingtons, reminding the President of his wife.
"Hello, Alexander. My name is Mary. Can you tell me and Steve what is hurting, sweetie? Are you in pain?"
The Omega glances at George once, and seeing him smile encouragingly, gives one jerking nod.
The Alpha known as Mary gives Alex a gentle smile before turning toward the President, her face become serious.
"Mr. President, I know you are dealing with your instincts right now. I know that it is hard letting anyone near your child right now, especially an Alpha, but you need to trust that we are not going to do anything that Alexander does not want us to do." Her voice is soft, but controlling, commanding George to say yes.
The other Alpha, Steve, waits patiently on the side of the bed, making sure to stay in both Washington's line of sight. The I.V. he picked up earlier is still in his hand, the needle carefully pointed away from Alex, knowing that anything can make George snap if not careful.
The Commander-In-Chief looks both Medics up and down once, lifting his nose to sniff for any suspicious scent, his dark eyes never leaving his son's face.
"I will sit next to him." It is not a suggestion, but a command coming from the most powerful Alpha in the Nation.
Both Mary and Steve shiver at the power in it, while Alexander whimpers, having watched the whole affair with wide eyes. "But if you do anything that hurts my son, I will not be responsible for my actions."
"Yes sir." The medics speak as one, eyes slightly misty as they shake George's voice from their minds.
The President gives one more huff, before slipping into the thin bed beside his son, a deep rumble coming from his chest as Alex curls up to him.
Steve steps up once he sees that both Washingtons are settled, slowly bringing the I.V. into Alexander's line of vision. The small Omega's chocolate colored eyes widen as he sees the needle, a chitter rising from his throat.
George tenses at the sound, tightening his hold on his baby, but doesn't do anymore than that, trembling as he struggles to hold onto his instincts.
"Hey there Alex, my name is Steven, but everyone just calls me Steve." The Alpha smiles down at the child, trying to keep his attention off of the needle.
The ambulance hits a small bump in the road, making it bounce and causing the bag of fluids to slosh above their heads.
"We will be arriving at Mary Jefferson in t-minus 10 minutes. Have the patient ready to be up and moved before we get there." The radio located at the foot of the bed blares the signal, causing Alex to flinch.
Mary reaches over the side of the cot, flips the switch on the walkie-talkie, and replies with a quick "Roger that." before shutting it off and standing back up.
The female Alpha nods at Steve once, before getting the other machines ready for the movement into the Hospital.
George is watching this all happen with hyper awareness, nostrils flaring as both Medics move about the small space, eyes flickering between the two Alphas and his child.
Steve looks back at the chart on the wall, seeming to take a measurement, before turning back to the President and Alexander, eyes kind and slightly weary. George is immediately on high alert.
"Now listen Alex, we are going to be arriving at the Hospital very soon, and in order for them to get you into a room, and checked out properly, we need to get some fluids in you and keep track of your heartbeat." The Medic's voice is gentle, but laced with authority, his blond hair falling to cover part of his forehead as he leans down.
Alexander swallows, his hands shaking as he clutches George's blue button-up shirt in his fingers.
"They just need to give you one little shot, sweetheart. Then we can go into a private room and you can take a nap. Would you like that?" The President asks softly, gently brushing a stray strand of dark hair from his puppy's forehead.
"Y-yes." The Omega stutters, bruised cheeks coloring a light shade of pink as he looks down.
Steve smiles slightly at the gesture, before giving a pointed glance at the Commander-In-Chief.
"Can you give Mr. Steve your arm, love? Then it will be all over and we can maybe get you some food." George whispers as the car turns right.
Alex nods, and lifts out his right arm, flinching only once as the needle is gently pushed in, fluids rushing through the tube and into his blood stream. A black tab is placed on the end of his right ring finger, a red light flashing on the screen beside the bed, showing the 12 year old's heartbeat.
George thought that it was the most beautiful sight in the world.
The Ambulance makes one last turn, then comes to a easy stop. Steve checks Alexander's chart one last time, before unclipping it from the wall and handing it to Mary. The female Alpha opens her mouth to say something, but is cut off as the back doors are suddenly pushed open, the metal squeaking.
2 new medics arrive, both wearing identical pairs of mint green scrubs, a stethoscope resting on the neck of the Alpha, his light green eyes zeroing in on Alex with eire concentration. George flashes his teeth at the man, causing him to back off, dark ears twitching.
Washington, after being asked politely by the more timid Omega nurse, slowly lowers himself from the moveable bed despite his son's protests, kissing him softly on his forehead to calm him.
Mary, taking the chart from Steven, starts to read off the information from the paper to the newest medics as the cot is lifted from the vehicle.
"Full Name: Alexander James Washington, Sex: Male, Age: 12 years old, Weight: 105 pounds. His blood pressure is high: 134/56, but fluids are being given to him as we speak, so hopefully that will change within the next hour."
All the while, Alex is holding onto his Daddy's hand in a vise grip, the movement jolting his wounds, and causing more blood to flow from his head. He lets out a squeak of pain and George fights down his fury as they start to walk into the hospital, a growl getting stuck in his throat as the automatic doors whoosh open.
A/N: Don't forget to R&R!:)