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Foreign Touch ch 6

Warnings: Angst. Talk of Character Death. our boys cry. (i cried. again) ummm POV jump. cursing. the boys being cute friends. Alex and Thomas getting along(big warning. apocalypse is coming lol)

Word Count: 2.530

AN: Posting this now cause i love every one of you who follow the story and just thank you so much for reading and all the kind words you send me.

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Alexander’s POV:

The days passed, no sign of Y/N waking up. Though the doctors already made it, so she wasn’t in the induced coma any longer. She still didn’t wake up. Alex didn’t know what to do anymore. His parents were dead, his sister was broken and bruised. He wasn’t even sure how she would take the news of their parents, and the fact she wouldn’t be able to dance anymore.

Everything felt like it was going horribly wrong. Christmas was in less than twenty-four hours and Alexander found himself hating the holiday. A day that was supposed to be full of love, joy and happiness… he was in pain, the feeling of loss and sorrow. The only one who could put a smile on his face was John. Even then Alex felt like he was running out of time.

“Alex, do you wanna go see Y/N today?” he heard John ask, causing Alex to glance over at his boyfriend and nod.

“Why not… not like much has changed.” The man mumbled and moved to sit up on the couch. Watching John text their group, seeing who wanted to go. “See if Jefferson is there.” Alex added and leaned his head on John’s shoulder, watching him type out the message.

Snorting at Jefferson reply, Alex grabbed the phone and sent a quick message before handing the phone back and getting up. Going to get ready, Alex pulled his hair into a ponytail and pulled on his wool hat and grabbed their jackets.

In less than twenty minutes, the two were ready to head off. Stopping by a café to grab snacks and coffee for the gang.

Thomas’ POV:

Five days, that’s how long it’s been since Y/N was brought to the hospital from the accident. How long both Y/N and Alexander lost their parents. Thomas had met Y/N grandparents as he was with her on the third day, the women, Catalina had made Thomas go home to shower and eat and rest. Saying she only wanted to see him again when he was looking better. Of course, Thomas listened to the women, she scared him slightly. Not that Thomas would ever admit to that.

So, on December 24th, he was sitting on the seat next to the bed. A sigh left his lips. Watching his girlfriend just laying there. Hooked up to machines and looking pale, black and blue with bruises. The neck brace had been taken off that morning, the swelling in her neck had gone down nicely and Y/N looked a little more like herself. She just needed to wake up now.

Thankfully his parents understood why he was always at the hospital, even more than being at home. His mother had gone through something similar with his father back when they were in college.

“The ache in my chest, in my heart was unbearable. Your father wasn’t badly hurt like Y/N. Therefore, you spend as much time as you want. Just don’t forget to look after yourself.”

Jane had told Thomas the second day when he went to visit Y/N and was forced to leave that night by her grandma.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Thomas glanced at his phone and sighed at the message from John Laurens. It seemed that when Alex needed to know if Thomas was here or not John would be the messenger.

Surprised that they didn’t want him to leave, Thomas put his phone down and went back to reading the book. He had seen it in Y/N bag that was collected from the crash. Along with the broken presents and her phone that was a goner.

Rubbing a tired hand over his face, his beard, that he usually kept nicely cut was growing and Thomas knew he looked like a mess. And not a hot mess that Y/N playfully called him when his hair was a curly mess.

Grabbing his phone and messaging his mom, telling her he would be here a few more hours before heading home. Thomas set the book aside and looked through his own backpack and grabbed his notebook. Working on some raps, finding it something he actually liked doing.

“It's like they really tryna see me though I don't know what the fuck they want to see me fo' This rapping shit is easy come and easy go…” he sang under his breath only to sit up when there was a chuckle from the doorway.

“You look after my sister and here you are rapping and cursing?” Alex said, though he laughed, there was no humor in his voice.

Thomas just shrugged and tapped his pen against the notebook. “Yeah, and? I might as well do something while waiting for her to wake up...” he said with a sigh and his dark eyes glanced over at the girl.

“We come with gifts.” Hercules’ loud voice boomed as he entered the hospital room with bags in his hands. Lafayette following closely behind him with a small, fake Christmas tree in his hands.

“We decided to decorate this room for her. Hopefully it makes it a little more… lively.” John said as he entered holding the food and coffee. Alex rushing over to him and helped grab the cups.

After all the coffees were passed around, each male got to work.

Thomas chuckled, thanking them for the coffee and went to help Lafayette with the tree before they moved to Hercules and started to grab the decorations. While Hercules was putting up the lights on the tree, John and Alex was opening the boxes of the ornaments. Thomas stepped back and watched them work together, laughing and telling jokes. He felt so out of place they weren’t friends. This group hated him, only Lafayette was on talking terms with him cause of Y/N.

Stepping back and letting them continue to decorate. Thomas sat back down next to Y/N on his chair and grabbed her hand softly. His thumb brushed over the back of her hand slowly and Thomas just watched her. Thinking about how she should be awake, even if she was stuck in the hospital. Y/N should be awake to tell the guys what to do, how to do it and complaining that she could decorate the tree better than them.

Chuckling and shaking his head, Thomas could just see his girl telling the group of boys what to do and he loved it.

“What is funny mon amie?” Lafayette asked and Thomas looked over at the French.

“Nothing…” he smirked, still chuckling slightly.

“No, now you have to tell us.” John smiled; the four boys all stopped what they were doing to look at Thomas.

Snorting, he glanced at Y/N before looking back to the four. “It’s just. If Y/N was awake right now? She would be telling you all how to decorate and complain about you guys doing it wrong.” he told them with a smirk.

Hercules was the first to laugh and nod his head. “Yeah she would!” he agreed and looked at the small tree that looked like a child decorated it. “She would tell us we’re using too many colors.”

The other three was laughing as well and they could see what the two were talking about.

“Or how we don’t have the right lights!” John added now.

Snorting, Alex looked at the tree. “Yeah, she would make us pack the lights up and take it back to grab the lights with the damn music.” The brother said and looked over at his sister.

“Oui… but the tree would always turn out perfect.” Lafayette said and took a seat.

The food was soon passed around and the boys sat around eating. Coffee cups all in the trash, the only sound coming from the sandwich wrappers.

By the time visitation hours were over, Alex informed everyone he was sticking the night with Y/N. Not wanting her to spend Christmas eve and Christmas day alone in this room. They all said goodbye.

Thomas stopped by the door, wanting to say he would come by the next day. Yet he wasn’t sure if his parents would be happy with that. Or his grandparents for that matter.

“Go, Thomas. Be with your family. You don’t have to spend every waking moment here.” Alex said and looked at the taller male.

Rubbing his back, Thomas nodded. “I know I don’t have to… hell, I know you don’t even like me. But I love her, Alexander.” He told Alex and closed his coat. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that, Thomas left. With each step, he felt like he was leaving part of his soul behind. In some way, he was.

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True to his word, Thomas was back Christmas evening. Shocking Alexander as he set down containers of food and two bottles of juice.

“I didn’t poison it.” Thomas rolled his eyes as he took a seat on Y/N free side.

As Alex ate, Thomas played some Christmas music on his phone before tossing a box to Alex. “Merry Christmas.” He said and went to write in his notebook.

“What are you doing?” Alex asked, setting the food on the small table and eyed the box.

Sighing, Thomas looked up at Alex. “Worshiping Satan…” he said sarcastically. “It was bought cause… I was going to spend Christmas morning with you guys and then she was gonna come over for dinner.” He shrugged and nodded to the box. “That was for you. Hers is over there.” Thomas pointed over to the Christmas tree over on the floor that had presents under it.

“You know, it’s a bit conceited to worship yourself. But whatever,” Alex smirked and glanced at the box. “All jokes aside. Thanks.” He opened the box and was a bit shocked to see a black leather-bound journal. “Damn.” He nodded.

Thomas watched as Alexander picked it up and opened the journal. “She said to get you something for you to write.” He shrugged and went back to writing.

Looking up when Alexander cleared his throat, he held up a present as well. “Was just gonna leave this here. But here.” He handed the smaller box over and Thomas eyed it, like Alexander had done with his own present.

“Gonna ask me to marry you? Sorry, you’re not the Hamilton I like.” Thomas smirked and opened the box anyways. Inside was a watch and he laughed.

“Y/N says your never on time for anything.” Alexander laughed along with Thomas, the two gasping when they heard a muffled groan.

Alexander jumped up and rushed to grab a nurse. Thankfully the nurse came and helped take the tubes from her mouth.

From that moment, a doctor came in by the hour to check in on Y/N. Telling the boys that it she would be okay.

Y/N’s POV:

Y/N was in pain, so much pain. Her leg, neck arm and just whole body. Why was she in so much pain? ‘Shit, did I sleep on that fucking couch in the basement again?’ was the first thing she thought. But the beeping noises and voices told her otherwise.

“Wake up babygirl…” Y/N heard Thomas’ voice at one point.

“Sis… I need you. Please. I can’t do this alone.” Alexanders voice came a while later. “Our grandparents are driving me crazy. The funeral is tomorrow.” His voice broke down in the end.

Why couldn’t Y/N wake up? All she had to do was open her eyes! Why couldn’t she do that? What was wrong with her? Whose funeral was he talking about?

A beeping sound started going faster as she was having an inner panic attack.

“What’s going on?” “what’s happening?” “Is she going to be okay?”

Laughing in the backseat, Y/N watched her parents talk. Though she couldn’t hear what they were saying. It was like she was trying to listen to them while under water. She could see their mouths moving. Suddenly there was that car horn and Y/N turned her head. The bright light and then the hit.

Gasping and opening her eyes, Y/N looked around at the too bright lights, the painfully white walls. The smell of disinfectant and medicine.

“Ms. Hamilton?” a female voice called out to her soothingly. “My name is Angelica Schuyler, I’m your doctor.” She continued and came into view. “Can you tell me if you remember anything?”

Blinking a few times, glancing around the room. Y/N’s throat felt dry and as she tried to speak, her voice cracked.

Coming over with a cup of water, a straw in the cup. The doctor helped Y/N drink. “Small sips… can’t have you getting sick on us.” After three small sips of the cool water, Y/N felt a tiny bit better.

“I- I was in an accident?” she asked and furrowed her eyebrows. “A car… hit the side of ours? I hit my head on the window hard. I don’t remember much afterwards. Just my mom screaming.”

“That’s good… You’ve been in a small coma for the past six days. It’s almost midnight now. Do you remember the day of the accident?” Dr. Schuyler asked.

“Uh, the nineteenth? We were going to send my grandparents their Christmas presents.” She said, squeezing her eyes shut. Only to realize her leg was wrapped and being held up. “What… what’s wrong with my leg?”

“Ms. Hamilton, the car accident was a horrible one. After the truck hit the car you were in, the car was smashed into a bus and your leg. It was badly broken. We fixed what we could. But it is possible what you will walk with a limp after physical therapy.” As the doctor went on to talk about her other injuries. Y/N looked around her room.

“If… If I’m like this. How are my parents?” she asked and looked the doctor in the eye.

Dr. Schuyler froze at the question and that’s when the door opened. Alexander came in along with Thomas. They stopped seeing the girl awake in the bed, the same bed that had been in a laying down position for the past few days. Now it was up, Y/N leg lowered slightly while her upper body was slightly sat up.

“Y/N…” Alex choked up and rushed over to his sister. Sitting in the chair, he grabbed her hands and couldn’t speak. He only cried and lowered his head onto her hands. “Thank god…”

Feeling herself get emotional, Y/N watched her brother and looked back at the doctor.

“I’m so sorry Ms. Hamilton…” she said softly before saying she would give us some space and come back soon.

Thomas was on her other side and brushed his finger over her cheek. Y/N not even realizing she was crying. Only when a sob escaped from her mouth and she broke down. The two men holding her as she cried along with Alex.

Each sibling crying for different reasons.

Alex, being glad his sister was awake and was going to be ok.

Y/N, crying on the news of their parents being dead.

Thomas was holding her, knowing he would need to be strong for his girl. Be strong for the Hamilton siblings. Even if he didn’t always get along with Alexander.

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