Am I a dad??- Alexander Hamilton, probably
Alexander stares at the dog. The dog stares back. He tilts his head. The dog tilts his head back.
"Alex, what the fuck are you doing?" Thomas asks, looking over at the shorter man. They had just finished getting the dogs in the bath after a particularly muddy day. Leave it to Fredrick to return the dogs to them complelty covered in mud.
"I'm trying to come up with a name for this guy." The dog had helped them in wrestling the other dogs to the tub. It had growled at yipped at the dogs, making them calm down as Alex and Thomas bodily picked them up and carried them.
"If you name him, you'll get attached."
"I already am attached to him, he's cute." A scoff, and Alex hears Thomas sit up behind him.
"Cuter than me?" Alex feels his face start to burn and he looks back at Thomas, a mock grin on his face.
"Mmm, maybe." Thomas gasps, looking offended.
"How dare you!" Alex laughs. "I thought we had something, Alexander. Thought I was special." Alex wipes the tears from his eyes, grinning at Thomas.
"I think I'm going to name the dog Sam." Thomas frowns at Alex, who pats him on the cheek, pulling away when the door creaks open. They both stand up, their flight or fight modes going haywire.
"Alex..? Are you in here? My dad said he sent you down here and uhm, I just wanna know if your okay.." Alexander calms down, a smile sliding onto his face as William comes into veiw.
"Hey, Will! I'm good." He stumbles as William runs full speed into him, hugging him. "Sorry, your dad just kinda threw us down here. You good?"
"No." He sniffles, and Alex pulls him over to the wall, sitting down with him. He nods to Thomas, who closes the door and sits down beside them. Even if they walked out that door they wouldn't manage to get competly out of the basement, since the door heading up was locked.
"Hye hey, whats wrong? What happened?" Williams quiet, and Alexander runs his hand through Williams hair. "You can tell me. It's okay.."
"Alex.... Shit- His back his bleeding, Alexander." Thomas gently touches William's back, who flinches away. "We gotta wrap this up." Alex looks down at William, gently patting him on the chest.
"We gotta clean your back off, okay? Cmon, sit on the floor." With some difficulty they sit him on the floor, gently pulling his shirt off.
"Jesus-Fuck.." Williams back was a mess of blood and bruises. His front side, nearer twords his ribs, were bruised badly. Alex knew how broken ribs felt, and hoped to God the boy didn't have broken ribs.
"Thomas, use his shirt- What's left of his shirt- to clean his back. I'll go to our room and grab the sheets off of my bed." They had found the room after exploring the basement. It was a nice little room with two beds, and a fireplace. Yeah, most of the wood Fredrick threw down for them to use was wet, or was small, and sometimes they had to cuddle for warmth, but it was a room. Alex rushes to it, grabbing the sheets off of his bed, shoving the clothes that were on it (Atleast Fredrick was nice enough to get clothes tailored for them, although when they wore them they looked like eighteenth century pesants.) onto the floor, before running back to the other room, ripping up the sheet.
Thomas was washing Williams back, every single time he gently pressed the wet cloth onto the poor boys back he'd mewl in pain, and that broke Alex's heart. Sam was laying beside the boy, letting William grip onto his fur. Everytime the boy cried out, Sam licked his hand, trying to make him feel better in the only way he knew how to.
"I got the sheets. Have you cleaned his back all the way?" Thomas nods, his face full of confusion and worry. "I know how to wrap them up, but I need to make sure he doesnt have any broken ribs." Alex gets scared as Thomas presses against the bruises on Williams chest. Would William be okay? Would they have to beg Fredrick into giving them something for his pain? Alex grabs onto the dog tags he had on, taking a deep breath. He could almost hear Georges voice telling him to calm down, and asses the situation. He hears a hiss of pain when Thomas touches a nearly black bruise on Williams right side, and Alex files that down as a broken rib. The rest of the bruises yeild nothig, and Alexander takes another deep breath.
"Okay, it hurts right here, Alex." Thomas points to the bruise. "I've cleaned it off a bit more, and his back isnt bleeding as heavily as it was before, so you should be good to wrap him up." Alex nods, first dipping the ripped sheets in water before coming back.
"This may sting, but you gotta be brave, okay? Alex says, and William nods, his eyes tired. Alex gently wraps William up with the first sheet, using the second to bandage up his ribs. "There we go.." Alex mumbles, tightening the second sheet. He ties the ends in a tight knot, looking over at the boy, who drowsily looks back at him. "Cmon, you need some rest so your back can heal those injuries."
"I'll carry him." Thomas says, picking William up. "But I do need an explanation, Alexander."
"I'll give you one when we put him to bed, now move."
: :
Peggy sneezes, shaking her head a bit. She had a small fever, and Aaron was doing the best he could taking care of her and still doing the farm work and whatever else Fredrick had given them. The crazy monarch had been running the two ragged since they got here, and Aaron was just ready to collapse and not get up.
"I'll be fine, Aaron." Peggy winces as her head starts hurting, moving away from Aaron as he tries to check her temprature again, grabbing the chicken feed. "It's probably a small cold, I'll be fine." Peggy got sick very easily back at her home.
It was just something that happened. Here in London, where it was raining almost every day (She swore Fredrick jsut waited until it was raining to force them outside), she got sick easier. She had been coughing and sneezing since monday, and it was friday, atleast Aaron thought it was friday. It was hard keeping track of the days when you had no watch or cellphone. Peggy coughs harder, stopping, before collapsing on the ground, Aaron running over. Her head was spinning, she felt so hot, yet she could feel the cool air against her skin.
"Peggy, are you okay?!" Aaron helps her onto her knees, holding her close. "I can get you water- I think we still have some left-" Peggy blinks, her vision blurring. "Peggy, hey, open your eyes, Peggy!"