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Alexander Hamilton was used to unfair treatment.
Growing up in the Caribbean, he had practically thrived on it. He was used to people making making cruel assumptions about him because of the way he dressed, or them crossing the street whenever he came closer.
He had gotten used to it.
He wasn't too sure why he thought that the doctors would be any different.
Of course, he didn't really blame them. He had spent the last few weeks aggravating them, by either ignoring them or shouting at them to leave him alone. He hadn't accepted their help. He hadn't done anything but annoy them, really.
And everyone had a breaking point, he supposed.
His fever had finally broken after five whole days, most of which he had spent either asleep, or screaming at them to leave. It had even developed to such a point where he had been moved to a private room, to avoid infecting the others and so that they didn't have to hear him scream at the top of his lungs in his very, very extensive vocabulary, was when they had snapped.
They had told him to shut up, and they had sedated him.
Alexander didn't blame them though. No-one, no matter how caring or generous, could put up with him for long. Not if he was being his brutally honest self. Not if he fought for the sake of fighting, or if he started debates just because he could.
No one cared much about the poor Caribbean kid who had too much to say.
He had learnt that a long time ago.
"What, kid? Do you think you're clever? Do you think you're special? Because you're not, Allleeeexxxx. You're not. You. Are. Nothing."
That had been his first fight. The first time he had totally lost control, unable to predict what he was going to do next. Because he hadn't even known what he was even doing in the first place. He hadn't even known what he was doing.
You would've guessed that by the bruises he had gotten.
He could handle abuse. He had gotten that. He could handle living on the streets, with only a cent to his name. He just couldn't handle people insulting his intelligence. He couldn't handle people thinking that they were in any way better than him because they had money.
Because they weren't. They weren't at all.
He didn't have to be clever to have figured that one out.
Alexander wanted to show everyone just how clever he was. He wanted everyone to know his name, for everyone to know him for his words, and how he could shape them into whatever the hell he wanted them to be. He wanted people to know him, and not just because he was a charity case.
He wanted people to know him because he could change the world.
Because he could.
He could change the world.
But the world wouldn't let him.
No. It won't? Will it? The door swung open, almost hitting the wall with the amount of force it was attacked with. Dr. Barnes walked in slowly, a stack of papers in her arms. She kicked the door closed behind her before striding confidently towards the teen.
Needless to say, Alexander was terrified.
"Hello Alexander. I was wondering if you could help me. It's boring work, but it's... rewarding, in its own sense." She sat down across from him, her dark hair falling down from its bun as she placed the papers on the bed. Alexander was suddenly reminded of his own bun as she fixed hers. He was sure that it was a mess.
He gave her a stiff nod as she halved the papers. She gave him the shorter pile, plopping them onto his lap as soon as she had finished the job. She gave him a quick smile as she took hers.
"We're gonna put them into two piles, okay?" Alexander nodded as she continued, oblivious to the fact that she was trying to get him to talk. "Adressed To The Hospital, and Adressed To The Workers. It's easy enough, but it gets very boring after a while. Nice to have some company, you know?" Alexander raised an eyebrow as she rambled on. He didn't really know what she was on about at all.
Alexander liked Dr. Barnes. He really did. She could be a bit... contrary, at times, but she was a good doctor. She really was. He knew that lots of people were a bit... scared of her, but he knew that underneath her icy looks and personality, she would jump into the very depths of Hell to help her patients. It was just who she was.
Who she is, he reminded himself. His pile was already half way done, a stark comparison to the doctor's pile, which looked like there had been more added to it rather than less. He wasn't too sure why that bothered him.
He wasn't too sure why the whole... atmosphere bothered him.
"I'll be back tomorrow to finalize the details." His brain suddenly clicked, leaving him more confused than ever. What...? Hadn't he said that four days ago? He? The man... The man... The general. He felt like he was about to get sick. He could feel his stomach churning, the bile getting ready to throw itself up his throat. He couldn't stay here.
It wasn't safe.
"So, Alex." Dr. Barnes looked up from her pile, her cold grey eyes as calculating as ever. Itsnotsafe. Itsnotsafe. She knows. His mouth suddenly felt very dry, like it was a desert itself. Don't let her know. Don't let her know. Keep calm, you freak! You'll ruin everything! "How do you feel? Sick? Sore?" He could feel the bile.
"I'm okay." Lies. Lies. Lies. The doctor raised an eyebrow at him. She knows, she knows and she's going to-
"Sounds like you have a bit of a sore throat there, Alex."
He just nodded, not sure of what to say. What could he say?
"We're going to have to check that out before you can go." Go? Dr. Barnes said, as emotionless and stoic as ever. "We'll have to check your ribs too, come to think about it." She added as an afterthought, a frown dominating her face. "Hmm... Yes."
"Sorry, but what?" His voice was a croak, barely able to be heard over the crumpling of the paper. It was a cruel testament to what it once was, a reminder that even his voice could die out. "Where am I going?"
"You've gotten better, Alexander. We needed to release you sooner or later. The fever took its toll, but it's gone now. You're... healthy. Fit. You're ready to go home." The doctor replied, only looking up once she finished. He still couldn't read her face, read whatever emotion she was feeling.
Joy?
Sadness?
He didn't know. He couldn't tell. Probably joy. Joy, Allleeeexxxx. She doesn't care about you. No one does. Do they?He shook his head. He was not listening to him. Not today. "Are you okay?" There. There, in just what she said, there was a hint of worry. So she did care then. She had to.
"I'm fine."
She still looked a bit skeptical, but she dropped it. And he began organising again.
Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right-
"Alexander? Your hands are shaking. What's wrong?"
What isn't wrong with him.
Dr. Barnes grabbed his hands before he had the chance to steady them. "What's wrong?" She asked, pushing away her piles as she did. Alexander watched them as they slid slowly down the sheets, one paper at a time.
"What's wrong?" She asked again, a little more forcibly. He opened his mouth to reply, but she grabbed him close, so close that he could smell her breath. It smelt like... peppermint.
"Alexander, I was meant to do something today. I was meant to explain it to you, to make sure you understood. But I didn't. Instead I brought you crappy papers. So listen to me when I say that you need to say yes. You need to. Promise me that you will. He won't do it if you don't want to. Promise me, Alexander." Her grip had tightened on his hands. Her voice was much more urgent now, much more... quick. It wasn't like her normal slow voice that relaxed her patients. This voice was nervous. This voice was... emotion. It wasn't just his hands that were shaking now. It was his whole body.
"What...?"
She lessened her grip before continuing talking in her quick rabid pace. "You were never meant to stay on Nevis, Alexander. You were never meant to go live with your cousin. You, Mr. Hamilton, were meant to go to Virginia." Her eyes were lit up now, like they had been set on fire. Alexander didn't understand.
He could hear voices come up the hall.
"What? Virginia-" The doctor put a hand over his mouth as the voices grew louder. He pushed it off. He was going to get answers. "Who? Who was I meant to go to?"
The door opened slowly. Dr. Barnes jumped up, brushing off her clothes and mouthing a quick say yes before he got his answer. A man walked in, followed by a kindly looking woman.
"Senator Washington. How nice to see you."
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DUN DUN DUN! Again, I am so sorry that I decided to put this chapter up. It's too quick, too... rushed. It will be the worst one.
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