Alexander Pov
      I opened my eyes and saw I was in the hospital. Oh right, I was overworked in the fucking 100 degree weather.

"Hey. You're awake." A nurse said.

"Yeah, I didn't notice." I muttered.

"I'll send in Washington." She said.

I nodded. She went outside and Washington came in.

"Hello Son. How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Like...death." I mumbled.

He handed me a picture. It was my mums picture taped back together.

"Y-you...fixed it?" I asked.

He gave me a nod.

"Thank you." I said.

"Mhm...I'm going to stay but Imma go to sleep. I haven't slept in like two days..." He muttered.

"Alright." I said.

He sat down in the chair next to my bed, and pulled down his hat. I looked at my mums picture and sat up a bit.

"...why'd you have to die?..." I muttered.

"When you died things went downhill mum. I'm sorry...sometimes I wonder if I died too and was sent to hell...that's what it feels like..." I said softly, grazing my hands over the picture.

"I keep thinking what you'd do if you were still here...probably say 'Alec! You're smarter then this'. I'm staring to doubt that. Nobody calls me Alec anymore. I miss the name. It reminds me of you. I know I have to get out of here. But that'd just lead to more trouble. And then more trouble and more. But for some reason, I stopped  caring after you died." I said quietly, tears streaming down my face.

John Pov
       "I can't believe Washington pushed him so hard that he fucking passed out due to the heat. Who does that?! And what Adams did?! Maybe Alex is right. Maybe juvie is better." I ranted,  while I paced outside.

"Mhm..." Herc mumbled as he bit into his sandwich.

"Maybe, he'll get used to it. Like the rest of us." Laf told me.

"Yeah but he isn't like the rest of us. He's...hes....just...different." I said.

Laf raised an eyebrow.

"He doesn't seem like a juvenile delinquent like all of us. He seems kinder and a lot less loud and proud. Maybe more of quiet,and nervous but if you mess with him you get a baseball bat to the face." I elaborated.

"You seem to like Hamilton a lot." Laf said, trying to take food from Herc.

"Yeah, and?" I asked.

"And, nobody else. I mean except Thomas and we all know that's just a setup. Laf this is my sandwich." Herc said.

"Do you think he's in for theft? Like the majority of guys here?" Herc asked.

"No. If he was, why does he have ten months?" I countered.

Herc shrugged.

"Maybe It's because his court trial went bad. Maybe he didn't do that bad of anything and he still got sent here but unfairly." Laf said, still reaching for Hercs sandwich.

"How would his court trial just go wrong?" Herc asked, pushing away Lafs hand.

Laf let out a huff. "Maybe if you tell him what you did he'd tell you what he did." Laf said to me.

I sighed and sat down.

"When's he coming back from the hospital?" I asked.

"I heard Adams say at 2:00. So about an hour." Laf said, starting to play with sticks.

"...Hamilton, is a hot motherfucker. Did you see that dudes jawline? He's fucking beautiful..." I heard Thomas say to Burr as they walked by.

I felt jealousy rise in me. He's not even mine! Why am I so jealous?! He doesn't belong to anyone. He's not a pet. Though I wouldn't mind being able to call him mine.