A Mr. Philip Hamilton “True Love” {Injured!Philip x Female Reader}
Part Four! Last part (or so I think) Be prepared!
{Mentions of blood, death}
Words: 2,606
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It was late in the night when the frantic knocking came at your door. You were in the parlor with your mother and father reading a book, when a sudden bang assaulted your ears, causing you to lose your place in your book. Your father got up at once and hurried to the door concerned, for no man or woman would bang on another man’s door this late in the night, if it wasn’t an emergency. Opening the door he was shocked to see a bedraggled young man he recognized but couldn’t quite place on his doorstep.
“Young man what is the meaning of–.”
“I apologize most sincerely sir but I need your daughter, (Y/N).”
You froze, recognizing the faint voice almost immediately.
At the sound of your name both you and your mother’s heads rose almost at once. You shut the book in your hands with a loud ‘snap’ before jumping up and rushing over to the door, your mother quick to follow.
What you saw nearly made you fall back in horror.
In the entryway stood Stephen Price. However, it wasn’t his sudden late evening appearance that made you gasp–it was his appearance itself.
His hair was a ragged mess, his eyes bloodshot and puffy, and his coat–
His coat was covered in blood.
“Oh my lord Stephen are you alright?” You asked and you put a hand on Stephen before quickly pulling back with a gasp of shock--the blood was still fresh.
“It’s not mine–(Y/N)–it’s Philips…he’s hurt. Badly. I need you to come with me.”
You stood shocked at the news you were hearing. How was this possible? You had just seen Philip only a few hours ago.
“Dear god young man who do you think you are to–” Your father began, but you cut him off as you spun around rushing to a stand in the corner and grabbing your wool cloak. “He’s a friend of Philip and I Papa. His name is Stephen Price and he’s a good man!” You said quickly, pulling on the cloak, your hands fumbling with the ties.
Everything was happening so fast that your father was having a hard time processing the information he was getting. Philip Hamilton, your beloved was hurt. That much he knew. And from what he saw you doing, he was gathering you were planning on going to his side. “Darling it’s late and I don’t like you going out this–.” He started to say but you cut him off.
“Stephen wouldn’t have come to me unless it was an emergency. Philip’s in trouble Papa.” You said, your voice trembling slightly as you gazed at your father. “I have to go to him.”
The love and devotion that your sire caught in your tone absolutely moved him as it never had before. It was the first time that it honestly hit him that Philip was the one you loved and the one man that you would always love. And that you were no longer a little girl he had to protect from the big scary world.
With a deep sigh your father raised a hand and adjusted the cloak, so it sat better on your shoulders.
“Go.”
And with that you were out the door.
There was a carriage waiting and Stephen quickly barked an order as you both hopped in and with a crack of the whip you were roaring down the road.
“What happened?”
“A man named Eacker insulted Philip's father and Philip challenged him and there was a duel across the Hudson and Philip raised his pistol in the air but Eacker didn’t and…” His voice faltered and you understood.
“Where did you take him?” You asked.
“His Aunt Angelica’s.”
The ride felt like the longest carriage ride of your life. The streets were nearly deserted. It was so late and you were wringing your hands together tightly the whole way praying that Philip was alright.
When you finally arrived at the house you jumped out of the carriage, Stephen close on your heels.
Philip’s aunt Angelica must have heard you coming because before you could even raise a hand to knock the door flew open and there stood the wide eyed face of Alexander’s sister-in-law, Angelica. She saw you and her eyes softened. The woman who stood before you had known you since you and Philip were children. She was a strong supporter of you and Philip’s relationship.
Reaching out she pulled you inside, and shut the door once Stephen had walked in as well. “How is he?” You asked as you removed your cloak.
“He’s been very calm and brave.” She said. “The doctor has come and has done all that he can. We can only wait and see. Stephen, I need you to rush over and bring Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton here at once.” Angelica said, turning to the young man. “Before you go here.” She said, picking up a small glass with an amber liquid in it which you assumed was some type of spirit or liquor. “I thank you for all you’ve done for us tonight.”
Downing the shot, Stephen gave the woman a nod before giving you a sympathetic look before he disappeared back out the doorway.
Once he was gone you turned. “Can I see him?”
Angelica gazed at you for a second before nodding. “I warn you it’s not a pretty sight.” She said gravely.
You nodded. “I’m prepared.”
She nodded. “Follow me.”
Angelica led you to the end of the hall, to the parlor. With a knock she opened the door. You could smell alcohol the moment you walked in and realized the doctor must have been using it to aid Philip in removing some of his pain--or making it worse.
Stepping around Angelica you nearly choked.
Philip was lying on a long mahogany table, his white vest and pale blue jacket soaked with blood. His legs were at an odd angle and his tan pants were wrinkled. You suspected that he was lying like that because of the pain he must have been in. You saw that his breeches were also covered in blood.
Glancing at Angelica she gave a nod and gazed at her nephew. Stepping inside the room a tad more you noticed the doctor only a few feet away from Philip sitting quietly in the corner. When you entered he raised his head and gave you a nod. As you took another step, you saw Philip stir at the sound of you entering the room. You were at his side in a moment. Opening his eyes slowly, he saw you, and his eyes widened before you saw a faint smile fall upon his lips. “You came.” He said weakly.
You hold back a sob as you bend over him. “Of course I came Philip-oh my darling.” You said and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Why did you do it?” You asked.
“I had to defend my father’s honor.” He said and even through the strain in his voice you could hear the pride in his tone.
You couldn’t help but let out a weak laugh. “Hamilton’s and their pride.” You said in a gentle chiding tone, and gently placed a hand on his hairline, softly running your fingers through his hair. He always enjoyed when you did this and you thought it would bring him some comfort.
“I’m glad you’re here.” He said. You saw a look of pain cross his face and your heart ached as you felt your throat tighten and tears prick at the corners of your eyes.
You swallowed praying your voice didn’t betray you. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here by your side. Where I belong.” You whispered gently, taking his hand in yours.
“I put my pistol up in the air and–.” Philip said, trying to explain but you stroked his hair and softly shushed him. “Save your strength my darling.”
“Do you remember the time when we first met?” He asked.
You were caught off guard by this question, however when you glanced at him he was gazing right back at you, his eyes clear and blue.
“It was at the statehouse in Manhattan.” You said with a nod as you recounted the memory. “Our fathers were having a meeting with President Washington. I ran in and your father told me he wanted me to meet someone. And then you came in a few moments later.” You said to him.
Philip nodded and grinned before grimacing once more. “Wh--when we were in the garden that was the first time I knew that we were going to be together forever.” He said.
You couldn’t help but smile. “And we still will be.” You said not liking the way he was talking.
“I want you to do something for me.” He said.
You nodded. “Anything.”
“Marry me.”
You blinked shocked. “What?”
“The doctor is also an ordained reverend from Trinity Church. He had to fill in when all the pastors–.” He grunted as he scrunched up his face in pain.
You reached for his hand and slipped yours into his. “Squeeze my hand Philip.”
“I want you to be my wife. I’ve loved you since the day we met (Y/N). I’m sorry I didn’t ask sooner.”
You couldn’t believe what he was asking of you. You loved Philip. But you knew your answer long before it came out of your mouth.
“Yes.”
You turned to gaze at the doctor. “Will you do it?” You asked him.
The doctor who had been silently praying with a bible in hand stared at you over his spectacles, then glanced at Philip until turning back to you. “We’ll need a witness.” Was all he said.
You nodded, gently putting Philips hand down and going to the door. “Angelica!” You called out. Philips' aunt appeared around the corner, her eyes wide with fear. She hurried over to you, her skirts in her hands. “He is--?”
You shook your head. “He’s alive. But...the doctor is a minister. Philip asked me to marry him and...I said yes.” You said softly. You then met her eyes. “We need a witness.”
Angelica let out a little sound that resembled a gasp and a sob. Then realizing the situation she nodded. “Of course I’ll do it.” She said.
You went back and settled on Philip’s left and Angelica on his right off to the side. The doctor, now turned minister, was standing up in front of the three of you back to the door. You took Philip’s hand once more and watched as he cast a glance and nodded in thanks to his aunt.
The ceremony started and the doctor was nice enough to give you a short version of it.
In the middle of the ceremony suddenly you heard footsteps. Turning you saw Philip’s father Alexander Hamilton burst through the room. He took in the room and then saw his son. “Philip!” He began to rush over but Angelica rushed forward and stopped him with a hand. She whispered in his ear for a moment and his eyes widened and he opened and closed his mouth in shock like a fish gasping for air.
“Papa hold that thought please.” Philip said and you felt him squeeze your hand. You stroked his hairline softly.
“I assume you don’t have rings so--.” The doctor began, before Philip cut him off.
“(Y/N), reach into my coat on the right side.” He said weakly.
You did as you were told and as you did, careful not to hurt him, you froze as you felt a soft tissue in the pocket. However you felt a hard object within the tissue. Pulling it out you slowly opened the wrapping and gasped.
Inside were two plain golden wedding bands. You felt tears fall as you gazed at them and then looked at Philip. He gave a weak smile. “I’ve had them for a while.” He said.
Wiping away a tear you gazed back at the doctor who nodded and then proceeded with the ceremony.
“Philip do you take (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife, for better and for worse, in-.” The doctor paused and you both looked at him and you saw Philip give a nod urging him to continue.
“In sickness and in health so long as you both shall live?”
Philip took a ragged breath but replied in a strong tone, “I do.”
“And do you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) take Philip Hamilton to be your lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health, so long as you both shall live?”
You didn’t know it at the time, for you and Philip were so in the moment, but Philip’s mother, Eliza had arrived with Stephen right behind her. Thankfully Alexander and Angelica stopped them and quickly explained in hushed tones what was taking place.
“I do.” You said taking Philips' hand once more.
“Please place the rings on each other's hands.”
Taking Philip’s left hand gently you slipped the larger of the two rings onto his ring finger. Then he took the smaller ring, and with your help supporting his wrist, he slipped the ring onto your own left hand. You then clasped hands together.
“Then by the power vested in me by the Trinity Church in Manhattan I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The doctor said closing the bible.
Bending down, you placed a kiss on your husband's lips. A tear fell on his cheek and he gently wiped it away whispering. “I love you Mrs. (Y/N) Hamilton.”
You laughed through the tears. “And I you, Mr. Philip Hamilton.”
Sharing another kiss you squeezed his hand gently before you turned to thank the doctor only to remember that the Hamilton’s and Stephen were there. You let go of Philip’s hand and stepped away letting his mother run to his side, which she did almost instantly. Alexander followed behind her but stopped next to you, leaned over and kissed your forehead before going to his son’s side.
You stepped back letting the family have their moment. You walked over to Stephen and he gave you a hug, Angelica gave you a hug as well, her eyes puffy from the tears.
You couldn’t hear what they were saying but it sounded like Eliza was singing. “Let’s give them some privacy.” You said as you quietly went out into the hall.
Just as you began to leave you heard the most heart wrenching scream come from Eliza Hamilton. You spun around and looked.
Philip lay on the table, his head slumped, his eyes closed and his chest-.
His chest-.
His chest had gone still.
You let out a wail of horror and you grabbed onto Stephens sleeve. “No-!” You gasped and you felt your knees go weak. Stephen realized you were going down and he caught you and you fell to the floor together. You grabbed his coat in your fists and let out a gut-wrenching sob. You felt drops on your head and realized that Stephen was also crying.
Your whole body felt numb. You sobbed into Stephens chest clinging onto him as if your life depended on it. His coat was hard from the dirt grime and blood that he had gathered up over the evening.
In the background you heard the doctor murmuring a prayer.
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(When I say I cried writing this-I CRIED WRITING THIS SO MANY TIMES OMG. I hope you enjoyed nonetheless! My inbox is open for feedback, requests and questions! Have a great day!)
