Pairing: Enjoltaire, jehanparnasse.
Warnings: alcohol mention, drug mention, police brutality, blood, swearing, injuries.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Montparnasse groaned, reaching out to the noise to shut that goddamn thing off, he could already feel a headache starting.
He looked at what it said on the phone and in white letters was ‘Grantaire.’ Parnasse decided to answer it for once, and was met with a voice that was not Grantaires, but was Combeferre. Before he could hang up, and somehow Ferre could sense it, Ferre yelled into the speaker,
'Parnasse wait! It’s about Grantaire!’
That stopped him.
'What about Grantaire?’
'You remember that protest we had scheduled for today at the bank?’
Yes. Parnasse remembered. He had said he would go, he promised Jehan he would come.
'Oh fuck, yeah, please tell me I didn’t miss it.’ God. He had disappointed Jehan again. But he got flashes of the night before, loud music, lots of shots, and some sort of drug being inhaled. His head hurt more.
'Yeah, you did, but listen, Grantaire, Jehan, and a couple others got hurt, you might want to come to the hospital, and quick, they’re taking R into surgery soon.’
'Wait wait wait. Hold the fuck up, surgery?’ He waited for Combeferre to fill him in on what happened, but all he did was sigh and say,
'Just come to the hospital on Belbury, I’ll fill you in when you get here, and you might want to hurry.’
'Ok, be there in fifteen.’
The hospital was only five minutes walking distance, so he shot up, and got dressed, in some black jeans, and his leather jacket, and a dark blue vneck.
Parnasse walked out of the apartment, and into the cool mid afternoon air, glad he’d put on his leather jacket to keep warm. Taking long strides, and rubbing his arms, he wished he had gotten a scarf, but he ignored the cold, and set his thoughts on getting to the hospital. It must be bad if Grantaire is getting surgery. Hell. How was Grantaire going to pay his medical bill? He was already a struggling artist, and had dropped out of college because he couldn’t deal with all the debt piling up. And Jehan. Jehan needed to be ok, he couldn’t be hurt, it would be Parnasses fault. His fault he got drunk off his ass the night before, and sleeping through the protest. And he didn’t know how bad Jehan was hurt. If Parnasse had just not fucked up, hadn’t gotten high last night, he could have been their. He could have been their to stop Jehan from getting hurt.
He walked through the entrance, greeted by another rush of cold air, giving no relief from the weather outside, and immediately saw familiar faces, but they were worse for wear. Courfeyrac had a black eye, and had fallen asleep, his head resting on the wall, Combeferre had dried blood on his cheek, where there was a bandage, and dried blood that had seeped through. Eponine looked unscathed for the most part, other than looking dog tired, and she smiled weakly at him. Joly had his knee in a brace, and his eyes looked extremely pink, giving away the fact that he had been crying recently. Boussuet and Feuilly weren’t in the room at the moment. Marius was in the corner, asleep, and he too had a black eye, and his wrist was bandaged. And then, there was Enjolras, who looked like a dog, with a terribly wild look in his eyes, his lip was split, and his cheek was bruised, and had a cut over his eyebrow, blood still trickling from it into his eye, but he seemed unaffected. Montparnasse had never seen the fearless leader so, well, fearful.
Combeferre was the first to notice he was here, and walked up to him, limping.
'What the fuck happened to you all?’ He asked.
Nobody had ever gotten hurt like this at one of there protests, sure a few scrapes and bruises, but never this. If the les amis in the room weren’t all that banged up, he could only imagine what had happened to Grantaire, and Jehan.
'It all happened so quick, we were protesting, and Enjolras was hyping up the crowd that had gathered around the bank, yelling about the wage gap, and other things. Suddenly, the police were their, and tear gas had been thrown into the crowd, forcing them to disperse, people ran in all different directions, I fell onto the pavement and I was lucky enough to fall onto some glass from a bottle, I got about 67 stitches in my side, and 5 on my cheek here.’ He gestured to his cheek, and continued on.
'The others got hurt, I’ll let you ask how they got hurt because I don’t know, I only really know how Grantaire got hurt. He got the worst of it. Enjolras, he was still attempting to protest through the tear gas, and I guess he got too close to the police for there comfort, because next thing I know a few guns are pointing at him, and he didn’t care, fucking E. He knew he was in danger. Before the cops could hurt him though, Grantaire fucking pushes Enjolras out of the way, as a trigger happy bloke pulled the goddamn trigger, and got him in his shoulder. It was absolute mayhem, you should be happy you missed the protest.’
And before he could inquire about Jehan,Ferre shook his head,
'No idea what happened to him, neither does anyone else, and none of us are able to see him.’
'Why the hell not?’
'For some fucking reason only relatives can visit.’
He sighed. Even more troubled now. He should have been their goddamnit. What if when Jehan had been hurt he’d been all alone?
He sat down in an empty chair next to Eponine, who laid her head on his shoulder.
'At least she’s ok,’ he thought. Ep and him had been friends for years now.
He would die if she ever got hurt.
Not too long after, a nurse came out, saying that right before the surgery, 3 people could visit Grantaire.
(Montparnasse learned that the bullet had shattered in his shoulder on impact, and he would be getting the surgery to have the pieces removed) (he also learned that Marius would be covering the cost of the medical bill, as he still had a savings account for college, but had dropped out a while ago) it was him, Enjolras, and Eponine who had been picked to visit him.
Enjolras was in first, already by R’s side, holding his hand and kissing his cheek, apologizing profusely, apologizing and apologizing. R just smiled, loopy from the painkillers and cupped E’s cheek, slurring out a sentence,
'Apollo, fret not, I may not be a god like you, but I will live on.’
E blushed, still holding his hand, and R gave a faint smile, eyes droopy, and his eyes turned to Eponine, who looked pissed, and said to him sternly,
'Grantaire, I swear to god, if you ever get yourself hurt like that again I will make sure to withhold your steady supply of liquor from all of the shops in this city-’ her voice broke, and tears slid down her cheeks, as she knelt down to Grantaire in a crushing hug, and whispered
’-but I’m glad you’re ok.’
For some reason, he felt out of place. He wasn’t about to break down in tears, but he was glad his friend was ok.
So he walked over to R, bent over and placed a small kiss on his forehead, and smiled,
'I’m glad your ok R.’
And he walked out, leaving the 2 to talk to R some more before his surgery. He walked over to the front desk asking for the patient Jean Prouvaire.
'I’m sorry sir, but only relatives are able to visit, how are you related to this patient?’
Quick, Montparnasse, quick. He suddenly said,
'They’re my husband, please. Can I please see them?’
No. They weren’t married. But Parnasse cared about Jehan, he would even go as far as to say that he loved them.
The nurse was already up, and leading him to Jehans room, and when he walked in, Montparnasse nearly collapsed. Jehan had bandages covering almost all of the skin that was exposed, and had bandages wrapped around there head. Jehan looked up, and a bright smile came onto there face.
He rushed over, and goddamnit he was crying, and he was kissing jehan, kissing his cheek, his lips, his nose, and letting his tears run freely, unashamed. He held onto Jehan like they would be ripped away at any moment, and he just started babbling,
'Jehan god I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry, how could you I ever forgive me it’s my fault you were hurt, I should have been their with you, I shouldn’t have fucked around with drugs last night. It’s all my fault, please, please forgive me oh my god, Jehan-’ he stopped to sob, and kissed Jehan fiercely, who was chuckling and had tears sliding down their cheeks too, kissing back.
'Please tell me -sob- what the hell happened to you, I swear if someone touched you they will be sorry they were born.’
'Ma beauté, it was nothing, just a slight kerfuffle with the police.’
'Jehan. What did they do to you?’
He looked at Jehan, who suddenly got a sad look in there eyes, and sighed, knowing that really, they couldn’t hide the truth.
'A couple of the police, they dragged me away from the crowd, beat me up in an alley, I passed out after a while and was found by some passerby.’
Montparnasse saw red. He couldn’t feel anything either than pure, ferocious, anger. The voice that came out of him, wasn’t his, but a completely different persons,
'I swear I will make them pay, they will be sorry that they ever laid a finger on you, I won’t ever let anyone hurt you again, because I love you so so much, and I would die if I ever saw you hurt aga-’
'Mon ange, what did you say?’ And Jehan had a mischievous look on their face, that, if possible, made Montparnasse love them even more.
'I, I love you, I do, and I would do anything for you. I would go to all the protests, I would quit drinking I would do anything for you, quite literally, and I’m not afraid to hide it.’
And Montparnasse was so relieved, he had wanted to tell Jehan that he loved them from the moment they went on their first date, and Jehan had recited a small poem Shakespeare had written to him.
'Mon amour, I have you, and that is all I need, and I love you too, utterly and completely.’
Montparnasse engulfed Jehan in a hug, and they stayed like that for a couple for minutes, before Jehan pulled away, kissing Parnasse, and smiled at him blushing. Jehan scooted over, and patted next to them on the bed, signaling for him to lay with him, and he did just that. They laid down, and Parnasse pressed one last kiss against the bandages and red hair on Jehans head, and Jehan had started to doze off, and Parnasse held him while he was asleep. And Parnasse could relax, knowing that Jehan was safe in his arms.