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Third Person's POV-

John's once red face with anger turned white.

This was not what he wanted at all.

The mystery man who pushed Alex off the fire escape ran down the stairs, two steps at a time. John frowned, his eyebrows furrowed, and ran down the stairs in hope to catch him.

Unfortunately, the man had a faster pace than John and reached the landing before him. Panting, he tried to run after the man, but he was too tired and there were more important matters.

Such as Alexander.

John ran back to Alexander, who was lying on the ground, unconscious and cold. Half of his face was covered with blood. There were cuts everywhere, due to the rough pavement, and bruises.

John, panicked, struggled to dial 911 as his hand was shaking violently and tears slowly fell out of the corner of his eyes, even though it was only 3 digits.

Finally, he was able to press the dial. He waited anxiously, trying to keep calm.

Except, how do you keep calm when someone's life could flicker out like a flame any second?

And then the ringing stop, and a voice

"911, what's your emergency department needed?"

John took a shaky breath and said, "A-Ambulance. N-Now. At [insert location]. Please. Be quick. And uh, p-police department."

"Of course. We'll be there as soon as possible. Please stay calm."

John kneeled beside Alex and cried.
He thought it was his fault.

"I-I'm so sorry, Lexi." He sobbed.
"T-This is all my f-fault."

He tried to wipe the blood from Alex's face with the sleeve of his sweater, when he finally heard the loud ringing of an ambulance.

"S-Stay alive..." John whispered, kissing Alex's forehead.

~~×~~

"What if he won't make it?" John asked, pacing around the waiting room.

"He will. I know he will.." Eliza mumbled, curling up on a chair.

"He's strong. He's escaped death 2 times, mon ami," Lafayette smiled sadly, patting John's back. "He could do it again."

"But what if death thinks third luck's the charm?" John asked worriedly, continuing to pace. "What is he dies?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this," Thomas muttered. "Hamilton needs to live."

"And I thought you loathed him at Freshman year." Peggy laughed, trying to make the mood better.

"I did. And I still kinda do." Thomas frowned.

"He's gonna live.." Hercules whispered, his head in his hands. "He has to live.."

"Or else I'm never gonna be a flower girl!" He cried.

"Seriously, Hercules." Angelica sighed, running her fingers through her hair.
"But yes, you're right for one thing."

"Is he okay? What happened to my son?" A disheveled, but worried-looking James Hamilton Sr. blasted through the doors of the waiting room, his eldest son following behind.

"Is Alexander alright?" James Junior asked.

There are so many James' in their world.

"We're not sure. It's been probably 10 hours, they haven't reported anything yet—" Angelica started.

"Is he going to live? I can't lose anyone else.." James Sr. mumbled, finding a seat.

"With all due respect sir, I think it's my fault.." John said, his eyes red and puffy, and his voice was raspy since he cried.

"John, it isn't—" Lafayette protested.

"If I hadn't started that stupid fight, this wouldn't have happened. Actually, If I hadn't even thought of proposing, this wouldn't have been happening..."

"You were going to propose?" The two Hamiltons perked up.

"Yeah, I was.."

"Am I late? Is he alright?" Francis suddenly appeared at the door of the waiting room.

"We..don't know," Angelica stated.

"Francis! Hi..." Thomas waved awkwardly.

"What's he doing here?" Francis asked, pointing at Thomas.

"It's fine. We're all friends. Happy ever after." Maria said, her voice monotone.

"Who are you?"

"Maria. Maria Reynolds."

"Soon to be Maria Reynolds-Schuyler," Peggy smirked, leaning her head on Maria's shoulder.

"Oh, you guys are dating? Pegs, why didn't you tell me? We have a lot of catching up to do. Well, hi Lafayette, Hercules. Already dating, I suppose? Finally! Oh and, Eliza! Long time no see. And who are you?"

"Sally. Sally Hemmings. A friend of John's back in South Carolina." She smiled weakly.

"Can we please catch up later? Our friend is fucking dying!" Angelica shrieked.

"He isn't dying, Angie," Aaron, who was actually there staying silent, said.
"He's just unconscious."

"Yeah, and he'll wake up soon." Theo reassured everyone. "I hope."

"Aaron. Theo. Hello." Francis greeted them.

Francis took a seat beside Peggy and frowned. "This is my fault, isn't it?"

John looked up. He sighed and sat back down to his seat. "It isn't. It really isn't. We just..went overboard."

"I guess." He shrugged. "I still think it is."

"No, no it isn't—"

"Hello? Is John Laurens here?" A doctor, who walked in without the others noticing, asked.

"That's me." He said, standing up. "Is Alexander alright?"

"Mr. Hamilton is alright, sir. He lost a lot of blood, but could recover in a few weeks or so—"

"Weeks?"

"Yes. The height of the fall was about 40 feet and had critical damage. He's got an emphysema —"

"Emphysema? How could he possibly get a lung disease when he fell—"

"She means an emphysema like the swelling type, I believe. A mild bump, let's say." James juNioR chuckled.

"Yes, we ran a CT scan through his skull earlier. And there's a minor fracture at his cranium. He's got a few cuts but that's already been mended and the bleeding finally stopped."

"A fracture? At his cranium?" John asked, concerned.  "What does this mean?"

The doctor sighed, "It's possible for the brain to have internal bleeding or have some damage in general. CT scans aren't always reliable when observing soft tissues, in this case, the brain. But fortunately, the CT scan could check if there was bleeding and there's none. Though it is possible for the patient to have another neurological damage."

"What the actual fuck is all this science stuff." Peggy muttered.

"You don't know yet?" John asked.

"Unfortunately, we could not detect if he has, for some reason."

"Blame the author." Maria muttered under her breath.

"What was that, miss?"

"Nothing."

"Could we see him?" He asked.

"No. I'm sorry, sir. But visiting hours just passed."

"How about tomorrow?"

"Yes, of course." The doctor smiled.

"Well," John sighed, facing the others, "at least he's alright."

But on the way to their apartment John kept thinking.

Is he alright?