James Pov
         I paced nervously around my dorm.
"Jamie, it's going to be okay! He's probably just out getting drunk with his buddies." Thomas said, trying to reassure me.
"No..something's not right.." I mumbled.
"He would've called me while he was drunk. I know he would. He always used to."
I heard the door creak open. I wiped around. Alexander was unconscious and his arms were around George King. A small yelp came out of my mouth. "Thanks for the information Mads. You should take him to a hospital. I think he has a few broken ribs." George said with a chilling smile. He let go of Alexander, who fell to the floor like a bag of bricks, and the left.
"FUCK!" I yelled.
"I told you! I knew this would happen!" I shouted. Tears streamed down my face. Why do I have to be such a crybaby all the time?
Thomas seemed a bit taken back but sympathetic.
"Let's bring him to my car. Call Eliza." He instructed. I didn't need to help pick him up after Thomas realized he weighed about two pounds.
"Come to the hospital!" I said into the phone.
"What why? James it's midnight." Eliza said.
"It's Alexander!" I exclaimed.
"I'm on my way." She said strongly.
We brought Alex in. The nurse gasped and jumped up to get doctors. A few doctors came in and took Alexander away.
         Eliza and Thomas sat on either side of me. This is my fault. He's hurt because of me.
"You are Alexander's friends?" The doctor asked. I nodded and nudged Thomas awake.
"You can come in now." We followed the doctor into the room. I saw Alexander looking at all the tubes and wires around him. There were tubes on his chest and a tube in his nose and his face was bruised.
I couldn't help but notice the scars on his arms and chest. The ones on his chest looked narrow, like a whip. Maybe a belt. His arms...I knew what those were from.
Eliza had tears streaming down her face.
"Lexi, you poor thing. I would hug you but I'd probably get in trouble."
I waited for Alexander to say something like 'It doesn't matter if we get in trouble, I still love you.'
But nothing. He looked at her confused.
"Lexi?" He asked. "Whats a Lexi? Why are you here? Why am I here?"
"...it's us. James, Eliza, and Thomas." Thomas said.
"...who?" Alexander asked.
"Do you know your own name?" I asked. He thought for a minute. "It's...I...I don't know." He said in defeat. Eliza let out a choked sob.
"Alex stop it! You remember me! You know who you are! You remember! This is a joke! Stop it! It's not funny!" Eliza said through sobs.
"Is she always like this?" Alexander asked.
"No. You just hurt her though. Alexander stop pretending you don't know who you are. Please." I begged. "My name is...Alex?" He said as a question.
"Son!" I heard a voice call. I turned. It was Mr. Washington.
"Son are you alright?" Washington asked.
"...son?" Alexander asked.
"Is he my da-"
"No! He's not! Shut up Alex! You are lying! You remember! Stop faking this Alexander! Please! I love you! Stop it!" Eliza shouted. Alexander was quiet for a moment.
"Youre scaring me." He finally said. "Why would anyone do this? Alexander James Hamilton I swear to god if you don't stop pretending you don't know anything I'm leaving." Eliza said. "...thats a cool name." Alexander said. Eliza threw her hands in frustration and left.
"She's scary." Alexander said.
What have I done?
A doctor came in.
"I have horrible news. As an addition to his memory loss...he has lung cancer." The doctor said. God dammit Alex. This is all my fault.