A/N: Hey guys! Here is Chapter 5. It is a little bit short, but I hope you enjoy!:)
Disclaimer: I do not own Hamilton: An American Musical.
Trigger Warning for talk of child abuse and non-con!
More Nurses, as well as Doctors bustle around the hallways and connected rooms, checking papers and filling out notes, but all the commotion stops as soon as the Secret Service Members burst in from a side door, the hinges squeaking.
General Jim Mulligan is in the lead, letting out a relieved breath when he spots the President and his boy.
"Sir, we have checked this entire floor and have prepared a room for Alexander, as well as gotten an extra bed for you and the First Lady." As Mulligan speaks, they start to wheel Alex down the long hallway, the fluorescent lights making his skin seem green and sickly.
"Mommy. . ." Alex whispers, as if suddenly remembering that Martha was not there. Tears fill his eyes, slipping down his cheeks like small droplets of glass. "I want Momma!"
George gently shushes him, wiping his tears with one hand, the other running through the dark strands of his hair. "She will be here very soon sweetheart, we can even call her once you are done being looked at."
That seems to calm the Omega a little because his tears stop after a minute, his shaking settling down to an occasional tremor. Yawning, Alex leans his head into the President's side as they start to slow, turning into a open room.
A bed sits on the far wall, covered in fresh white sheets, and one fluffy pillow, over looking a small black television. A large window sits to the left of it, the blinds cracked slightly to let in some of the sunlight, the green peaking through hinting at a courtyard filled with bright flowers. A smaller bed is settled to the right of an even smaller brown nightstand, taking up what little space is left. All around the bed posts are wires and machines, some already pumping air into smaller tubes, while others sit stationary.
All in all, George hates it.
Stepping in after Alex and the Medics, the Alpha breathes in deeply, snorting as the smell of chemicals and soap fill his senses. Shaking his head, he smells even deeper, finally feeling satisfied when he catches Alexander's scent, his hair standing on end when George smells his baby's fear and pain.
"We need to move you now Alexander. You will be more comfortable in the bigger bed." The Nurse with the green eyes was saying, leaning down close to the Omega's face as he speaks.
Alex squeaks at the sudden intrusion, trying in vain to lean away from the Alpha.
The man doesn't seem to realize the small Omega's discomfort, and begins to try and lift Alexander from George's arms. He gets about 3 seconds in, his hands sliding over the 12 year old's knee, causing Alex to sob, his ears flattening against his head.
"Don-don't t-touch me please, please!"
That is when George snaps.
Snarling, the President grabs the Nurse's hands, throwing him away from his child.
The Secret Service Members that were standing guard outside the door rush in, guns drawn and aimed at the other Alpha. Jim steps up as if to interfere, but Washington glares at him and he backs off, glancing warily at the green eyed male.
George pays the agent no mind, instead choosing to push the man into the far wall, teeth flashing and fur bristling.
"If you ever touch my son again, I will have my teeth buried in your throat faster than you can yell 'Shit!'" The Alpha brings his face inches away from the medic's, whose eyes are wide and filled with fear, ears drawn back. "Do I make myself clear? "
"Yes sir." The man gulps, Adam apple bobbing as George releases him with one last growl.
Stalking back over to Alex, George is quick to lift his baby into the bigger bed, all senses focusing on the other people in the room. The President's scent wraps around his child as the Medic picks himself off the wall, taking a cautious step toward both Washingtons.
The Commander snarls a warning to the man, signaling with one hand for the nearest agent to escort him out.
"I do not want anything like that to happen again." Is all George says, making sure to lace his voice with Presidential and Alpha authority so no one can question the seriousness of that statement.
All Agents nod, Jim immediately requesting that every Nurse and Doctor that would be assigned to Alexander have a background check and screening done before they even enter the room.
A beeping fills the room as Alexander's heart monitor is set up to the left of his cot, while his I.V. is placed to the right. George gently licks at his child's wounds as Mary comes over to Alex's right side, his chart being hung on the bed frame above his head.
"We need him changed into a hospital gown as soon as possible." Steve says, handing the President the white garment as the Secret Service members exit.
The Alpha growls under his breath as he feels Alexander stiffen against his side, but gives the Medic a nod to show that he understands.
"Thank you Mr. President." The grey eyed Alpha says as Mary sets up a sheet around the Omega's bed, shielding him from prying eyes, and giving them an allusion of privacy.
George doesn't take his eyes off the other Alphas until the swishing of the curtains seize, leaving both Washingtons alone for the first time that day.
A/N: Don't forget to R&R!:)