This needs to stop. I groan and blink as the bright white lights blind me. I needed to stop waking up in hospitals. Wait, how did I get here in the first place? I try to sit up, but it doesn't exactly work. Right. Legs don't work. I forgot. I sigh and squeeze my eyes shut. The only way I could be here is if someone found me...and the only someones who could have found me are Herc, Laf, and John.
I opened my eyes, and they stung with tears. John definitely hated me now. I can't even remember everything that happened, and that isn't a good thing. I just recall drinking. And falling. The endless tumble into nothingness.
It was a terrible memory, overall.
"You're awake! Great!" Someone says in a cheery voice. A nurse, maybe. Or a doctor. Neither would be preferable, but we can't all get what we want.
"Yes." Is all I could muster. My throat burned with just that word. Why would I want to speak more?
"Do you wish for me to wake Mr. Laurens? He's been waiting all night. Finally fell asleep in one of those dreadful chairs an hour or two ago." She was too cheery for a hospital. Maybe some people liked it. I didn't.
"No." Even though it hurt, I kept talking. "Let him sleep." It's the least I can do. I probably scared him shitless.
"Very well! Just tell me if you need anything. There's water on the table next to you." And then the cheery nurse was gone. She didn't even tell me how I was doing. But then again, I didn't ask.
I hope John isn't too mad. I fucked everything up this time. I'm an idiot. I sigh and use all the strength I could muster to wiggle onto my side. It was more comfortable.
I wonder where Herc and Laf are. Did they give up on me? She said John's been here all night. So maybe it hasn't been long. But I don't know what time it is either. I shake my hair and roll back onto my back.
It doesn't matter. Everything is going to change now. I'm never going to end up in this hospital ever again. John doesn't deserve all the worry that comes with being my boyfriend. Well...he should have known things would get hectic. I'm also never speaking to Thomas Jefferson ever again. Not even for debate. Alright, that's a lie. I'm still gonna wreck his ass in debates. I smile a little.
Anyway, back on topic. No more drinking. No more hospitals. No more making John worry. Although, he'll definitely worry anyway. He's sweet that way. But I won't make him worry about things like him walking into the dorm and finding me passed out on the floor. No more of that. I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. I was gonna change everything.
My name is Alexander Hamilton. I am going to make everything better. For John Laurens, for Hercules Mulligan and Lafayette, and for everyone else. Everything is going to change for the better.
And I'm gonna be the one to change it.