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:


8. Where You Can Find Alexander

It's August, and days have passed with the wheelchair. Weeks.  Every morning he wakes up, puts on his jacket, ruffles his sleeves, and gets into his chair, surprisingly, quite independently. I think it is all of those years in the war. Then, we both wash our faces, and I go into the kitchen to make breakfast. After that, all of the children get woken up, and we all eat. Right now it is everyone because school hasn't started up yet for the older boys. But they eat first, clear their plates, and get dressed. Then the same goes for the younger boys and Elizabeth. It's quite hot Angelica left for Dr. MacDonald's last week, so I try to spend as much time with her as possible. I know she can find it hard to communicate with all of her older and younger brothers. It must be quite overwhelming with the house filled for the younger ones.


After breakfast, Alexander rolls up to his desk and sits down to write for his newspaper. Every so often he will call me in to read something or get a new quill for him or some more ink. Alexander Jr., who just graduated a few weeks ago, will reading over his work, looking for any advice for his law work. James will also peek his head in, asking for advice or something of the sort. 


Sometimes I wonder why the Lord would have such an awful thing happen to my Alexander. I pray every night, and every second I can get. But then the thought occurred to me. Even if the Lord did decide to still Alexander's limbs, he did so from the waist down. So Alexander can write. Thank God he can. It may just be the one thing keeping his sanity.

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