"Mon ami you need to eat something," Lafayette told his friend, trying to get Laurens to eat something, even if it was just a crumb. 

"I don't want to," Laurens mumbled, hugging his knees. "Give it to someone else." 

"John you haven't eaten anything in three days," Mulligan told him. "You can't just stop eating." 

Laurens shock his head, hugging his knees and staring at the ground. 

"This is hopeless," Burr groans. "He's not going to eat unless Alexander's ghost comes up and tells him to eat." 

"Alexander," Laurens whimpered, tears starting to stream down his face. 

"Burr! You can't say his name!" Lafayette and Mulligan snapped at him, hugging his friend tightly. 

"Sorry," Burr whined. 

It had been nearly a week since Lee came back to camp with news that broke a few people. During a mission to get supplies from British forces, it turned out Alexander Hamilton had been killed. They couldn't find his body and the whole camp was still in mourning. Yet no one was as broken up as John Laurens was. He hadn't slept in since he heard the news and a few days afterwards he had taken up to not eating anything. He just stayed in his tent, hugging Hamilton's pillow like it was the man himself. No one, not even Washington could talk some sense into the poor guy. Laurens just wanted the British to kill him too so he could be with his Alexander. 

"Excuse me," Washington called, standing in front of everyone. For the past week they had been having a drink in the man's name. That was about the happiest anyone saw John as well. He drank so much that he became drunk. Once the drunkness wore off he was just left a sad mess. Everyone was worried that's how he was going to live the rest of his life: drunk and sad. Right now he was waiting for his drink to numb the pain. 

"I would like to make a final toast to our dear friend Alexander. May he be smiling up in heaven knowing that he got what he wanted. I hope that he died with no regret and in very little p-" 

"What the hell are you all talking about?" 

Everyone looked up to see Hamilton himself standing in the doorway. He was dripping wet and looked worse for wear. Yet one thing was clear: he wasn't dead. 

"How the hell did you live?" Lee asked, looking up quickly. 

"He's alive?" Burr asked at the same time. 

"I love the guy, but can't he just stay dead sometimes?" someone else asked. 

"He is right, he's unkillable," Mulligan told Lafayette who just nodded. 

"ALEXANDER!" 

Everyone went silent as Laurens ran over and hugged the man tightly, a large smile spreading across his face. They knew that the poor guy just needed to hug the 'dead' man and just be happy. No one wanted to see a sad Laurens after all. It was heartbreaking to see. 

"I missed you sooooo much! You are never leaving this camp on a mission without me again! I thought you were dead and I was a mess and not even turtles could help! But you're okay and I'm glad and I can't believe you are alive right now! Don't ever do this to me again!" 

Hamilton blinked, looking at everyone with a confused look as Laurens kept rambling on and on. His eyes landed on his three friends who just smiled and raised a glass for the poor guy. They were not about to pull John away from his Alexander. They liked living. 

Hamilton went to push Laurens off until he saw the happy tears falling down his face. He saw the dark circles under his eyes and how skinny he looked. That's when it clicked that the man had really been a mess without him. He was going to have to punch Lee later for hurting his boyfri- I mean best friend like that. He smiled a bit and rubbed Laurens' back, leading him over to their friends. 

"I'm fine John. Now how about we eat and go to bed. I'm starving and I'm tired!"