Life After The Duel

*Spoilers for Hamilton The Musical!*
An hour after the duel they thought he was going to die. The day after the duel they were unsure. And now, a week after the duel, he is still alive. This is what happened if Hamilton would have survived.
*Yellow for some traumatic scenes.*
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Colonial Dolls:


1. Dawn in Manhattan

It is dawn, and a chilly morning for July. I watch the sun rise above Manhattan, and the mist falling gently on the trees. I hurry up to Mr. Bayard’s mansion and knock on the door. A man with glasses answers the door. The man beckons me to come in. Thousands of thoughts fill my mind, and I hope the spasms about which I have been told aren’t too severe.


I get led upstairs into a room in the back. The man with glasses leaves me at the door and I enter alone. And there he is. Alexander. My husband. My heart pounds. My palms sweat. I see him lying there. His eyes are closed, and he is lying in a bed with cream-colored sheets and a wooden headboard.


One hand is lying motionless outside the covers, and I run to the bedside. I clasp the cold, clammy hand in my own, and my heart skips a beat. His eyes open. “Eliza…” He whispers, faintly. He tries to apologize, but I quiet and shush him. My eyes wander towards the bandage wrapped around his chest, but I ignore it. He asks me about the children, and I tell him not to worry. But I am worrying. I can’t help myself. He grasps my hand tighter, and tells me how he lost all feelings of his legs as he was rode across the Hudson. I hope for the best.The doctor pulls me aside. He speaks to me about paralysis. About death. We are quick and I get back into my husband’s room.


We have made it through a day, and we cling onto every second. I bring in our seven children, and I hold our youngest, Philip up to his lips for a kiss. He takes one last look at them, and closes his eyes until they leave. When he opens his eyes again, they are watery. We bring in the pastor, and my dear husband begs for mercy. We pray together, hoping. The doctor pulls me out of the room again. There is another man there- a surgeon. I can only imagine what this means.


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