Once class was over Alex needed to use the restroom, it took him a while before he found the men's washroom but he found it nonetheless. Only when he went to wash his hands did Alex notice a magenta blob behind him, not even 3 seconds later a hand was clamped onto his mouth. "You better not yell, Hamilton, also don't tell anyone or you won't be the only one" soon Alex felt himself getting hit.

It wasn't anything out of the ordinary for Alex, however it hurt more do to the fact that he had only started to relax. It was about 5 minutes until Jefferson had stopped, Alex had attempted to stand and just barely succeeded even with the support of the sink. He looked in the mirror and realized that there was no way he could go to class looking like this, but he couldn't exactly return to the dorm either because Laf was there.

Pathetic, can't even go home because you fucked shit up too much.

Laf probably wouldn't even care and he'd just ignore you

I mean who wants to deal with you?

Not your father, nor your mother, even your brother found a way out.

Alex decided on the latter, as Laf wouldn't even bat an eye. It's not like he was obligated to be concerned, or even acknowledge his existence. Boy was Alex wrong, the moment he walked in all he could hear was the sound of someone concerned speaking french. "Merde! Alex qui avait fait ça à toi!? Est-ce que ça fait mal? Vient, j'ai une trousse de premier secours. Puisque tu ne peux pas laisser faire toute ces blessures!" (Shit! Alex who did that to you! Does it hurt? Come here, I have a first aid kit, because you can't just leave all this injuries untreated!)

Alex merely shrugged, he's been through worse, even the Millers packed more of a punch. Everything seemed fine when Laf was bandaging him up until he heard his least favourite phrase "Alex I think you have to go to the hospital. I mean your wrist looks broken, or at the very least a sprain" That was when Alex snapped back to reality, due to his nervous state and lack of ability to write (it had been his right hand injured) he spoke "No no no, I… I C-Can't g-g-go t-to th-the hos-hospi-pital!"

Laf noticed the nervousness of Alex, and not knowing what to do called John. He knew he was in class but this was an emergency and he had no idea what to do in these situations. Luckily for Laf, John did pick up the phone "Laf what do you want, you know I'm in class right now and I can't exactly waltz up 'n leave for some stupid reason." Laf didn't even care that John was ticked off "John, John it's Alex, he came home beaten up and I think we have to go to the hospital because his wrist looks broken, but.. He just seems so terrified and I don't know what to do, please please help me out here?"

John was shOOk, Laf rarely admitted that he couldn't do something or had no clue what he was doing. It took him a while to compose himself "okay Laf, I'm on my way. Just, hang in there and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid." John ended the call, quickly before Mr. Washington caught him. Now came the hard part, he got up to leave, however the teacher notice him.

"Mr. Laurens, where do you think you're going?" John stood there, not really knowing what to do except answer the question "umm, I have to leave. You see it's a bit of an emergency" Washington looked concern from what John could see but slowly nodded "very well, I hope everything is okay" John didn't hesitate to leave, using all self control to hit bolt over to Laf and Alex's dorm.

10 minutes later

John bursts through the door "where is he?!" He wouldn't admit it but he started to fall in love with the shorter man, so it really concerned him when Laf called as he had no clue what state Alex was in. Once inside he saw Alex crouched in a corner mumbling something, he walked up slowly to Laf who looked dumbfounded "mon ami, I have no clue what he's saying, it sounds like Spanish and I'm pretty sure you know some" John only nodded and slowly sat beside Alex, listening to everything he was saying.

"No por favor no quiero ir, esto duele por favor pàresse" ( no, please stop, it hurts please stop) John had stopped listening as tears poured down his cheeks, he wasn't sure what happened but those pleas sounded all too familiar to him. The pleas he used when his father… got angry. Let's just say, it wasn't a fun time for him. He turned to the Frenchman "Laf, don't take him to the hospital, it'll make this worse. As for his wrist it isn't broken so I can take of it here, but I am concerned for him. He said some things that hint to an… unpleasant past.." Lafayette was confused at this point, what did John mean by an unplesa-

Flashback

"Laf, what do I do? He hits me whenever I so much as blink when I'm not permitted! Like how do I explain that?"

"Mon ami! Just say you have an, umm and unpleasant past. It doesn't go to much into it and people would back off from asking about your history"

Flashback over

Now it was Laf's turn for the waterworks, he never would have guessed that Alex had lived through something that bad. It still wasn't guaranteed, maybe John misunderstood the situation. But they didn't have the time to contemplate whether Alex was abused or not, they had to take care of him now.

Laf hurriedly crouched down next to John "Mon ami, what can I do to help?" John was a little startled by Lafayette, even so he started to think of jobs for him "Laf you could, get some water, a large shirt or piece of fabric, something to use as a splint, and whatever else you think Alex might need when he calms down." Laf nodded and swiftly went to search for the items.

As John was trying to bring Alex back to reality he headed snoring, Alex had fallen asleep. John realized how cute the man looked when he was sleeping, hair all in his face, his face relaxed, though, he would have looked better without the tear streaks.

Laf returned with the aforementioned items, so John got to work. He tied the splint around Alex's wrist and made a sling with the fabric, he set aside the water and painkiller Laf got for when Alex awoke. It wasn't long when they saw Alex moving, "Alex! Are you alright, need some painkillers? Laf got some, and I tied up your wrist because it's sprained so you can't use it for a couple weeks." Alex just nodded slowly, but as he went to reach for the painkiller he remembered something. He couldn't tell anyone about what happened, otherwise someone else would get hurt, and if anyone deserves it it's him.

"Alex? Es-tu bien?" (Alex? Are you good?) Alex nodded and took the painkillers, and suddenly his friends expressions changed. "Alex.." he turned his head to look and John, worried for what he was about to say "who… did this to you?"

There it was, the one question he couldn't answer.