Title: Cold
Fandom: Hamilton

Pairing: Laurens/Hamilton

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Not my characters! I make no money!

Author Notes: Sick Days Official on Tumblr is having a week-long party and I decided to join in.
Prompt: Cold. It’s winter! Suggestions: hypothermia, cold as in illness, cold due to fever, the “gettingsick because they were out in the cold” trope, getting stuck out in the snow orsleet.

This is very open ended, just make sure that it involves some form of cold.

Cold

Feeling fuzzy in the head and far too tired still to open his eyes, Alexander Hamilton pretended to be asleep even as he felt the early light of dawn hit their tent and felt Laurens stir beside him in bed.

“Alexander?” came John Laurens’ soft voice, not long after, signaling that he wasn’t falling back to sleep. There was a pause while John waited for a reply. One came in the form of a violent shiver that shook the small cot and made them both open their eyes. “Cold?”

Hamilton nodded, nuzzling his face into Laurens’ breast. Two wool blankets and a canvas tent were hardly sufficient against the frozen ground and the feet of snow just outside. Soon the general would send for him, and then they would be forced to rise. But, until that time, Hamilton would get what small warmth he could from his dear friend and cherish it.

“ha-IHDJschhhhh!”

Laurens gave a start in surprise.

Hamilton turned his head, sniffing and rubbing his nose into the pillow. “Pardon me. Bless me. I… I…” His body drew back an inch then attempted to go further forward and would have, if not for the pillow and bed in the way. “hah-KTShhphhhh!”

“This isn’t just from the weather is it?”

Hamilton shook his head and shivered again, teeth chattering. He was fairly certain that he would never be warm again.

“My poor Dear…” Laurens drew him closer, rubbed his back. Then he took up both of Hamilton’s hands in his own. He breathed warm air on them then rubbed fast against the backs of Hamilton’s hands. He repeated the action again and again until Hamilton relaxed and the chattering ceased. “Wishing you hadn’t left your sickbed to join us at Valley Forge now, aren’t you?” He smiled ruefully.

“Then I would have missed out on too much, not least of which, my times with you. Had I to do it over, I would not change a thing apart, I think, from that quilt I had at the house. It was unbelievably warm.”

“Perhaps Washington can find a spot in his headquarters near a fire until you’re well?”

Hamilton neglected to answer, but John guessed at the reason.

“He’ll notice you’re ill.”

Again, there was no response.

“Even you, stubborn and clever as you are, can’t hide this the whole day.”

Hamilton sniffed and nestled his face back against John’s chest as John wrapped arms around him.

“You could always try hiding here for the day.”

“hahhh…” He shivered again and turned his head to sneeze into the blankets rather than into John’s nightshirt. “hahh-KIDshhuhhh! Sniff! Bless me.”

“No, I don’t suppose hiding will do much good if you keep sneezing like that.” He took a deep breath and let it out again. “All right. Let’s get you up and dressed and supplied with as many handkerchiefs as we can find between us. I think that’s the best we can do.”

Hamilton nodded in decisive agreement but shivered as he threw back the blankets. “At least it isn’t dysentery,” he said, dragging the back of his hand under his nose.

PROMPT:

8: Cold
It’s winter!
Suggestions: hypothermia, cold as in illness, cold due to fever, the “getting sick because they were out in the cold” trope, getting stuck out in the snow or sleet.
This is very open ended, just make sure that it involves some form of cold.