ahh his face in general

anonymous asked:

Ohhh from the new list 25 with Washington and Lafayette please! I'm a huge sucker for them and hot damg we all need some amount of angst >:3c thank you so much I love your stories so very much

OKAY SO WE GOTTA GO HISTORICAL ON THIS ONE, KIDDOS!!! Fun fact: Lafayette was injured in the first battle he fought in, the Battle of Brandywine. SO THAT’S WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW, OKAY? Also if you catch the line in here that I stole from Liberty’s Kids hmu. HERE WE GOOOOO! <3 (Want me to write you a lil fic, too? Choose a prompt from the old list or new one and just let me know which list you used!)

“My nightmares are usually about losing you.”

The pain in his leg was astounding. Lafayette’s eyes were shut tight and a sheen of sweat had overtaken his dark face, which looked eerily pallid.

“My dear boy,” Washington said, his hand on the other man’s shoulder. “Just hang in there. The doctor, my personal doctor, is coming.”

“The other men––” Lafayette said through gritted teeth. “They have it worse than me,” he was cut off by his own exclamation of pain.

“There are other doctors tending to them, my boy. Please don’t trouble yourself with such worries right now.” Washington said, both admiring Lafayette’s ability to think of others while in such pain and abhorring it. If he wasn’t there to make sure the boy was tended to, would he simply let himself bleed out or die of an infection because he wanted to make sure that every other soldier get treated before him?

“General,” the doctor said as he ran up to the two men. He took one look at Lafayette, who was leaning against the trunk of a tree, clearly in an unbearable amount of pain, and grimaced. “Let me examine the wound.”

The doctor unwound the makeshift bandage George had wrapped around the Frenchman’s leg, causing Lafayette to shout in pain. Without thinking, George reached out and grabbed the other man’s hand, holding it tightly.

“Squeeze my hand, Gilbert,” he commanded. Lafayette did as he was told.

“It’ll have to come out,” the doctor said after looking at the wound for a moment. “The bullet, I mean,” he clarified.

Washington nodded his head, but Lafayette made no sign he’d heard what the doctor had said.

“Treat him as if he were my son,” Washington said. He turned back to Lafayette. “Keep squeezing my hand, Gilbert.”

As the doctor prepared to remove the bullet, Lafayette took a deep breath. The doctor ordered him to take a swig of rum to help keep him calm, which he did, though it didn’t seem to help as much as the doctor had hoped, seeing as soon as the doctor began to remove the bullet, the young Frenchman screamed in agony, squeezing George’s hand so tight that the other man swore it would break.

Then, Lafayette was suddenly oddly silent and limp.

“Passed out,” the doctor said gruffly. “From the pain. It happens.” He didn’t seem the least bit phased or concerned, but Washington certainly was.

Washington stared at Lafayette, willing the younger man to wake up again. The doctor completed the surgery and wrapped up the wound. He called some uninjured soldiers over and ordered them to take the young general to the makeshift hospital they’d set up in a local school room.

Washington reluctantly watched them carry his young friend away. He quickly went about all the business he needed to attend to in the aftermath of the battle and then rushed over to the hospital before supper than night.

“Gilbert!” he exclaimed upon entering the building and seeing Lafayette sitting upright on one of the cots, laughing at something another injured soldier had said to him.

“Ahh, General Washington!” Lafayette cried out, his face lighting up even more at the sight of the other man.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, Gilbert,” Washington said, kneeling next to his friend. “Lately my nightmares have been about losing you, and that… that was almost a nightmare come true,” the general said solemnly.

“Ah, I am so sorry for worrying you, my dear General,” Lafayette said. “All will be well and I will be back on the battlefield in no time!”

Washington couldn’t help but smile at Lafayette’s enthusiasm. Seeing the other man so content after being in an unbearable amount of pain only hours earlier calmed his racing heart.

“Yes, my dear boy,” the general said, taking Lafayette’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “All will certainly be well.”