Jefferson felt sweat and tears fall down his face slowly. He didn't wipe them away. He didn't even really care. He was too stressed over Hamilton and didn't even feel the pain that he should have as he dug his nails into his palms. Burr snapped him back to reality when he noticed small bits of blood trickling down them.
Please don't be in a com- Wait? What am I thinkin'. I hate him. But he needs hel- NO! Stop thinkin' about that annoyin', stupid, frail, poo- STOP!
He kept arguing with himself in his mind. He couldn't decide if he hated the poor man or was worried about him. He finally felt the pain of the injury he inflicted on himself by his fingernails and just wiped his hands on the shirt he wore on the inside of his magenta jacket, hoping no one would notice the red stain on his satin shirt.
The door to the room Hamilton was in opened as the doctor came out. Jefferson jumped up for seemingly no reason as he tugged at the doctor's coat, small bits of his blood smearing onto it.
So much for hidin' my injuries.
"Is he ok? Is he in a coma? Is he...he-" Jefferson soon realized what he was doing and let go of the doctor, straightening his posture and putting his hands behind his back to hide his blood stained hands. Nervous sweat began to drip down his face as he hoped the doctor would overlook what he had done.
Luckily he did as he began to speak.
"Hamilton is fine, Mr. Jefferson. Well, at least he is physically."
"Well, what'd ya mean by that?! I can't be havin' my Treasury Secretary goin' all cuckoo crazy on the job if that's whatcha mean." Jefferson tried to pull that off as business related so Burr and the doctor wouldn't think he meant it sentimentally. Unfortunately, Burr wasn't buying it.
"Hamilton is not completely insane, don't worry. He's just a little unstable around mentioning of-" the doctor pointed directly to Burr, as if saying his name would cause an earthquake. "I tried to ask him about what happened and when I mentioned him he went completely ballistic."
Jefferson was surprised at this. Sure, Hamilton could lose his cool sometimes, but never has he gotten to the point where he nearly attacked someone.
He really isn't takin' that whole incident well, is he?
"Is he calm enough that I can go in and see him?" Jefferson asked, now generally worried about his mental state as well as his physical state, but still tried not to show it.
The doctor simply nodded as he gestured for him to come into the room. Burr, knowing better than to anger Hamilton even more, stayed out of the room.
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Hamilton sat in the small hospital room bored out of his mind and trying to keep calm as to not wreck the place.
Why did he have to mention him?
He stopped pondering on the subject when he heard the door open and instantly came to conclusions.
"BURR, GO DI-" Jefferson came through the door with a shocked look on his face.
"Oh... h-hey Jefferson. Didn't see you there. Are you ready to go back to work now, because I am." he had a nervous tone in his still otherwise refined voice. Jefferson still wasn't used to that.
"Oh no, Hamilton. I know you remember what I said that one time. You have a panic attack and you go straight home. Ya hear me?"
"But I didn't have it on the bathroom floor, I had it in the middle of the hallway." Hamilton's voice was still refined, but it sounded a lot more like the annoying brat Jefferson was used to and that calmed him a little. Then he realized what he had just done.
"Don't be a mother fuckin' smart-ass, Hamilton. You're still goin' home, whether ya like it or not. You can come back into work tomorrow. I ain't firin' ya or anythin'."
"Ok, fine. Just hand me my cane and I'll call a carriage. You brought my cane, right?"
"Oh, shit! I totally forgot it at work! I am so sorry. Here, use mine." Jefferson handed him the blood-stained cane and he gave a confused look.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" He ignored the blood on the cane because he had honestly seen enough of it in his time that he was never phased by it, but wondered this out loud and in his mind.
"What'd ya mean?"
"Well, ever since I came back to work, you have been... less of an asshole. You actually seem like you care about me. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it just seems that way."
Jefferson's face turned red.
"W-well then, allow me to c-correct y-you. I don't pity you in the slightest. In fact, I-I despise your sorry ass."
"You know, for a self-proclaimed genius, you're really bad a lying." he was highly unamused by Jefferson's bullshit.
"C'mon, ya know it's true."
"Yes, I could tell from the stuttering."
Jefferson let out an annoyed sigh. "Let's just getcha home, ok."
"Alright, alright." He picked himself up from the bed, with a little bit of Jefferson's help, and lean against the cane- Jefferson's cane- and walked out of the room. He noticed something red on the sleeve of his suit. He looked at Jefferson's hands and noticed blood on them.
"Um, Jefferson.... you're bleeding."
"I was digging my nails into my palms because I was stre-" he covered his mouth with his hands before he let anything else slip, but Hamilton caught on quickly.
"Heh, I knew it." his voice still refined, but with a slight egotistical nature to it that seemed to have been lost long ago. This calmed Jefferson back down, for he knew the Hamilton he once knew was still in there, somewhere.
"It's not what it sounds like, I swear!" he screamed, realizing what Hamilton said he knew.
"Hey, you said you wanted to get me home, why are you not doing so."
"Oh, right. Sorry, let's just go do that."
They stepped out of the room and Jefferson saw that Burr was gone. He knew why and where he went, so he didn't question it. But he had to pity him as well. He tried so hard to apologize to Hamilton, but every time he did became more of a disaster than a moment of peace. And Hamilton just seemed like he wanted him out of his life, especially now.
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Hamilton stepped into the carriage with a small bit of help from Jefferson. Jefferson was rarely this close to Hamilton without being distracted by other things or worried about him drastically. He was glad he could finally have a normal conversation for the time being. But he realized, without a real threat or reason, there wasn't any sort of conversation starter without angering Hamilton.
This is gonna get boring real quick. At least his place is close by.
And it was. Ironically, the Hamiltons moved uptown near that same hospital. It wasn't even intentional, it just happened to be there. Soon enough they were already at the house. Eliza was already out on the porch, ready to help Hamilton out of the carriage.
"Thank you for helping him. He's never been stable around that topic." she said to Jefferson after she helped Hamilton inside.
"Whatever. If Burr didn't barge into my office tellin' me what happened, I wouldn't have cared in the slightest." he tried to make it seem like he was telling the truth, but he was truly frightened at that moment. His thoughts were interrupted by a surprising statement.
"You know, Alex told me he has developed a sort of liking to you. You have been a lot nicer towards him lately. He isn't the only one who noticed."
"Yeah, Imma go back to the office now, bye." He hurried away, red in the face from embarrassment and something else he didn't know.
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Angelica came through Philip's doorway and leaned against the frame. She saw him blush as he read a random parchment.
"Whatcha reading, Pip." she noticed him unexpectedly jump up. He held the letter close to his chest to try to hide it from her, but she grabbed it from him anyway, holding it above him as he tried to reach up for it. She stood on the bed and began to read the letter aloud in a mock British accent, like lovers did in the plays, before Philip interrupted her.
"Angel, please, I'll do anything, just don't read it. I'm begging you."
"Too late, shorty."
She was right. If he had to get anything from his dad, it was his unreasonably short stature compared to her younger sister, who you could honestly mistake for the eldest.
She began to read:
My Dearest, Philip
I have written to you on this fine day to tell you that, I too, hate that our fathers quarrel so. I wish we could only break free of the chains our family backgrounds have put upon us and love each other freely as we used to do. My heart aches with the fact that we can no longer be seen together without our lives as of now coming back into view. We are like Romeo and Juliet, and you, my dearest Philip, are my perfect Romeo.
I hope one day to put political views behind us and one day meet again face to face, my love. Until then, all we can do is hope for a better future for us both.
May you forever love me,
Theodosia Burr
"Dude, I didn't know you had a secret girlfriend. And for her to be a Burr, of all the people. You know, for a daddy's boy, you're quite the rebel, aren't you?"
Philip was red in the face. He just had her sister read aloud a love letter from one of his early crushes. Could today get any worse?
"You weren't even supposed to read that, you asshole! Now give it back!"
"Oh, getting feisty there, aren't we, Pip. Maybe we should start that swear jar back up. Now where did I put the darn thing."
"Did you come in for something important, or did you just want to embarrass me again."
"Oh, yeah. I came to tell you that Dad's home. And he probably heard all that. If he did, good luck explaining that to him. See ya, Pip. Or not." she laughed manically as she left the room.
"Oh, fuck you!" he yelled as he flipped her the double bird through the doorway.
Why are siblings so annoying? Alex acts better than her, and he's, like, 12, while she's a year younger than me.
It was moments like these where he wished he was an only child. Then he realized his dad was home, and finally able to take a break from work. He rushed downstairs as soon as he could to greet him.
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