Being 19 and the best doctor in New York city was a true honor, but it came with its challenges. Take today, for example.

A boy your age by the name of Philip Hamilton was dying. And his mother was bawling as she watched her son die. His father was next to her, also crying, but much more controlled about it than the mother.

You pulled on your gloves as you were called in for the emergency after several doctors couldn't care for his wound after it had gotten infected.

"Step back, Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton." You said professionally. Eliza and Alexander stepped back— Eliza only moving because of Alexander's arms guiding her backwards.

Philip was coughing and crying and just an emotional wreck. You started to do your absolute best to save his life. You wanted to save him and assure his family that he would be okay. You didn't spend those years in King's befriending him for nothing, right?

Eventually, your attempts at saving his life worked. Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton couldn't thank you enough, they were showering you with praise and gratitude while standing next to a sleeping Philip.