"just once” | exr | rated g
Grantaire steps into the living room and notices something very strange: the largest box they have in the house toppled over, books strewn all over the carpet.
Even stranger is the sight of Enjolras lying very still on said carpet.
“Uhm, you do know we have a couch, right?” Grantaire says, dropping his keys on the bowl.
“I think I’ve hurt my back,” Enjolras winces, eyes still fixed on the ceiling.
“Holy shit!” Grantaire rushes to his side. “What the fuck, what happened?”
“I was moving that fucking box, once and for all, but I guess I misjudged how heave that was. Shit, I’m burning that box when I’m done here.”
“Fuck, okay, no problem. I’m driving you to the hospital—”
Enjolras shakes his head, tension written in every line of his face. “No, it’s okay. I just need to stay here for a while.”
“I once read that when you get back pains you should lie down on the floor and it’ll go away.”
Grantaire frowns. “Are you fucking with me right now?”
“No, I’m serious! It’ll go away soon. I just need to stay here, quiet, motionless.”
Grantaire rubs his temples, lets himself sit more comfortably by Enjolras’ side. “Jesus fucking Christ…”
“It’s not even that bad. I mean, if I don’t move, I don’t feel a thing.”
“Oh, good!” Grantaire claps, sarcastic. “Now you just have to spend all your life on your back. Great plan.”
Enjolras glares up at Grantaire. “You know, just once I wish you’d take something serious.”
“Me? You’re the one taking healthcare tips from the internet again!”
“It’s not from the internet!”
“Oh, isn’t it?”
Enjolras looks away, mouth as petulant as ever. “Well, they had to get that information somehow.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Grantaire mutters as he gets up.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m calling Joly. You know, an actual doctor.”
“… can’t you do that from down here?”
Grantaire rubs a hand over his face. “Seriously?”
“What? It gets boring after a while and you’re finally home!”
Grantaire sighs, but as soon as he’s done dialing he lies on the floor next to Enjolras.