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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4. Into the House

There was nothing the doctors could do. So I held open the door as the men brought Alexander in on a stretcher. They led him into the sunroom to the left of the door. I ordered the children to stay in the kitchen earlier, and thankfully, they remained there. Then the men transferred Alexander onto his bed, which I should note was separate from mine now. Until further notice, he would be spending all day every day propped up there, so I figured he should have it to himself.

 

We had the wonderful house, but that left us with terrible debt. But there were some things we had to pay for. After a few days a woodworker came and measured for a mobile chair- a chair on wheels. The man is came all the way from England to help us, which will amount to even more money, but this is one thing we need. I must say, I don’t know how things are going to get to be around here.

 

But one thing was for sure. It was getting to be late once everything was arranged and the doctors left. So I prepared dinner for the whole family, something I hadn’t done in a while, however it would be a long time before Alexander ate again with the rest of us at the table. The children were always in and out, in and out. Some nights I had 6 mouths to feed, some nights 9. I remember something Philip said to me when he was about nine or ten. He said he loved his little sister but had always wanted a little brother. Sometimes I wonder if he can see his “little brother”, or all five of them.

 

I cooked a simple dinner, just some vegetables from the garden, veal balls and water from the well. When everyone was finished and their plates were cleared, I gathered Alexander’s plate, glass, napkin and utensils on a tray and brought they to his room where I knocked on the door.

 

He told me I could come in, so I entered to see him hunched over his notebook.

 

“Alexander! Sit up; that can’t be good for your back.” I said as I saw him.

“Shh, just give me another minute to write.” He responded, still not looking up.

“Well,” I said, placing the tray on the table at the end of his bed. “I prepared your dinner for you.” I finished.

 

Alexander rested his quill on the bedside table and moved away his notebook.

“Thank you, darling.” He said.

I grasped his hand. “It’s no problem. How was the first day.”

His face fell. “Quite uneventful. Boring really.” I couldn’t help but feel bad.

“Well, the woodworker comes in a few days.” Was all I could manage.

“How about you eat and we talk.” I said. “The children are calm enough, and we really need a good conversation- and you need to get eating!” I said, noticing the untouched plate and handing it to him.

 

“Okay.” He said. “Where should we begin?”

 
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