Lams Oneshots

19 ~ modern AU

Yeah so fuck. Hi. Let's do this. so fucking fluffy and so old its been in my drafts for ages but eh I'll post

3rd Person

Just over 6 months ago, John Laurens (21) and his friends Lafayette (22) and Hercules Mulligan (22) were in a car crash. They were out driving one night, when a car hit them from in front after miss calculating a turn. At the same time, they hit the emergency breaks, causing the car in the back to ram into theirs. Mulligan survived with just surgery for a broken arm. Both Lafayette and Laurens were put into a coma, being in the front seats. Lafayette woke up 3 months ago after dying for 2 minutes 48 seconds. He is currently in the process of learning how to walk again. John Laurens is still asleep in a coma. There are several doubts as to whether he will wake up.

Alex's POV

I sit in the chair next to John, listening to his heart machine beeping. My clammy hand is wrapped around his.

"Hey John..." I whisper, my throat hoarse from crying. "Hey. We haven't talked in over six months. I miss your voice. I found some old videos of us being stupid on your phone. It was nice." I take a deep shaky breath as tears roll silently down my cheeks. "I'm sorry we fought. I know I've apologised every day, but I'm sorry. It's been six months John. They're... they're thinking of turning off your life support."

I look down, sobbing heavily, grief overcoming me. I can't lose him, I love him too much. Especially after the last thing we did was fight. I can't lose him I just- I just can't.

"I don't wanna lose you John. P-please... please wake up... I love you."

I can't control it and I'm crying harder than I ever had. He can't, not as well. I would join him without a second thought. Oh god no please-

Gently, and every so slightly, so small-ly, I feel John squeeze my hand.

I scream. Like really scream. Lafayette comes wheeling in in his wheel chair.

"Mom ami! What happened?!" He cries.

"He- He!" I'm still crying but out of joy this time. "He squeezed my hand! Please John, so it again."

We both intensely watch his hand as it every so slightly squeezes mine. Laf's hand shoots to his mouth.

I don't let go of John's hand as doctors and nurses come running in. I just about feel him rub his thumb on the back of my hand. It was such a small movement it was barley noticeable, but I felt it. I squeeze it again.

3 months later.

I sit solemnly in the chair next to John's bed. Laf and Herc are on the other side and Eliza is sitting in the corner. Angelica is standing up, biting her nails. Peggy is pacing up and down.

"Give us a thumbs up John, you can do it." I whisper.

We have been in here all day everyday for the past 2 days. The doctors say John is likely to wake up. Oh god I hope he does. I am terrified.

I watch as his thumb weekly stands up slightly, before falling back onto my hand. I have recordings on my phone of every single move he can make.

I watch his beautiful face as he breathes deeply in and out.

We were all just beyond anxious. I really wanted him to wake up. He could hear us. I knew it. I have a feeling. Oh please wake up.

I keep my eyes on him. I miss him so much.

John's POV

I sat with Alex on the quiet field, his hand laced in mine. The sun was setting, a shining array of colours that I just want to paint. A calming silence engulfs us, yet there was also something sinister to it, like a ringing I couldn't escape.