51 and/or 75 for Jamilton, if possible? That would be really nice!!
I’ve done 75 below, and I’ll write 51 separately tomorrow!
75. “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
Hamilton wondered what the record was for days gone without sleep. A quick Google search told him that it was eleven days. Hamilton had been awake for almost ten. He could feel the long arm of sleep gently tugging at his sweater sleeve, but he shook it off and drank another mouthful of now cold coffee. He needed to finish this plan. Just a few more paragraphs, and then it was done.
Hours passed, and Hamilton came out of his tunnel vision to find that it was dawn and the plan was finished. He sighed as he pressed print. Jefferson would probably find a million holes in the document’s logic, but Hamilton was so tired that he didn’t even care. After giving the plan to Washington, he could sleep for as long as he wanted. He just needed to stay awake for long enough to actually make it into the office.
Hamilton’s vision was blurry as he walked down the busy pavement, and everything sounded as if it was coming from the other end of a long tunnel. He was barely awake enough to keep from knocking into people as he walked. Eventually he made it into the building, saying an exhausted hello to the receptionist, and waited for the elevator while trying desperately not to drift off.
The voice behind him jarred him awake. “Jefferson,” he replied.
“You look like hell. More so than usual,” Jefferson said, sneering.
“Well excuse me if I’m too busy being productive to spend five hours every morning trying to look decent.”
That shut Jefferson up.
The elevator ride was even more uncomfortable. In a way, Hamilton wanted to continue the conversation, if only to prevent him from falling asleep. But his brain wasn’t functioning well enough to produce any good conversation topics. So, they both walked out of the elevator having said nothing.
Hamilton made his way straight to Washington’s office with his plan, typed up with perfect formatting, size 12 font, double spaced, with page numbers and clearly labelled graphs. He knocked on the door.
“Come in. Oh, good morning Alexander.”
“Good morning, sir. Here’s the plan you wanted.”
Washington stared at the one-hundred-and-twenty-page plan Hamilton handed to him. “I only asked you to do this ten days ago. I wasn’t expecting it for another month.”
Hamilton shrugged. “It’s just a first draft. I wanted to do it as soon as possible so that I could make any changes you wanted.”
Washington frowned. “You have been sleeping though, haven’t you?”
Hamilton nodded. “Of course,” he lied.
“Mm-hmm. Well, thanks for that Alexander. I’ll see you in this morning’s meeting.”
The meeting was uneventful. Well, it was from Hamilton’s point of view, as he was constantly trying to keep his eyes open. His eyelids felt heavier than they ever had. and he was unsure whether even the strongest espresso could help him now. Washington’s voice was getting further and further away, and Hamilton had no idea what he was talking about any more. Maybe he could just sit and listen with his eyes closed…?