Isolated. {Lams}

Chapter Nine

John Pov
"Are you sure you're alright?" I asked Alex.

The guards didn't come to our cell because I made noise.

They just yelled, 'Laurens! Hamilton! Shut up!'

So yeah, Alex is in extreme pain, but he's trying to tell me he's fine, which he's obviously fucking not so I don't know what the fuck to do.

"I-I'm f-fine." He choked, grabbing the bars of the bed until his knuckles turned white.

"Stop saying that!" I shouted, pacing the cell clutching my hair in my hands.

"You're a doctor, tell me what to do." I said, looking up at his bed.

"I-I...j-just get a guard." He forced out. "N-no rush though. I-I'm good." He said, giving me a shaky thumbs up.

"Liar!" I shouted.

"I-it's not the worst I've b-been through," He said.

"What?!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands out.

"I was s-shot this one time..." He said trailing off.

"What the fuck?!
Wait.
Army.
Right."
I muttered, going back to the bars of the cell.

"HELP!" I screamed.

"Shut up Laurens!" A guard shouted. "ALEX IS DYING!" I added.

I mean..
he's not but the pain in his broken nose is kicking in. I mean he kind of just, pushed it back in place without real medical attention.

Sure, he knows what he's doing but real medical tools could've really helped.

"What?! Laurens are you shitting me?!" The guard yelled.

"Bring painkillers, water and...uh.."

I turned around and gave Alex a 'What else' look.

"B-bandages." He said.
"And bandages!" I shouted.

"Alright Laurens! We'll be as quick as possible!" The guard shouted back.

"Thanks John." Alex said, his voice still strained.

"Hang in there kid." I muttered, climbing up to his bed.

I stayed by his side, helplessly watching his breathing become ragged and labored.

I heard the cell door open, my head whipped to the door.

"Laurens? How's Hamilton doing?" The guard asked.

"He's uh...in a lot of pain." I said, glancing at Alex.

"What happened?" She asked. "Remember he got the shit beaten out of him by Jefferson? Well..we didn't exactly take him to the doctor. He kind of just..pushed his nose back in place." I said.

"..So he's not dying?" She asked.

"Well no, but uh..now that you're here, could you just give him the stuff to help him?" I asked, my voice becoming slightly frantic as I saw Alex slowly start to pass out.

"Right.." She said, climbing up the ladder and handing me shit.

I mean..not literally shit but you get it.

"Thank you Ms..."
"Schuyler. You're welcome John." She said, leaving the cell.

"Alright..what do I do?" I asked Alex. He didn't respond.

Oh goodie.

"Just gonna...give you painkillers...and do that..because I totally know what I'm doing.." I mumbled.

I gave him painkillers,
(Don't ask me how, I don't fucking know)

And put the bandages over his nose tightly.

Alright.
I'm okay.
He's okay.

I'll wait till he wakes up to give him water and uh..
I think that's about it.

I got off his bed and paced the cell.

I'm locked in here and Alex is asleep.
I have nothing to fucking do.
Great.

What would I do when I was alone? Bitch, I can't even remember.

I got into my bed and lied there for a while until my mind slowed down and I fell asleep.

~•~•~•

I woke up and stretched my legs out, slowly sitting up.

I looked over to the bars of the cell and saw Alex sitting against them.
Damn.

That's sort of cool.
I mean he was like dying and now he's all good.

Whatever.
Who cares?
Not me.
Maybe I do just a little.

"You're awake." He stated.
I got up.

"Yeah and you're not dying." I shot back.

"I wasn't dying before...
but thank you."
He said, standing up.

"You're..you're welcome." I said.

I walked over to the bars by him. "When are they going to let us out? I'm hungry as fuck." I muttered.

He shrugged, going back up to his bed. "Doc, you haven't eaten in like two days. You good?" I asked.

"Eh. I've learned how to go long whiles without eating." He said, cracking his knuckles.

"What?" I said.

"Well for one, army food is the worst shit ever and number two, when I was a kid I barely had enough money to eat ever few days." He said.

"So you're like..anorexic?" I asked.

"What? No! God no. I just have adapted to stuff like this.
Anorexic?
I'm not fucking anorexic."
He exclaimed, but muttering the last bit to himself.

"Alright then." I said sitting down on my bed.

"John?"
"Yeah?"
"Uh..Do you wanna...N-never mind."