Bahorel was running fast. He could feel the cold autumn wind through his wavy locks. The feeling made him want to stop running and relish the feeling. His arms were getting tired from carrying the figure that was on his back.
It was 7:03 and the ABC meeting started at 6:45. Good he thought. They would all be able to help him.
Bahorel rammed through the wine shop doors and made a sharp left towards the staircase, he stopped and put his friend's body down on the ground and drug him by the wrists up the stairs.
Lesgle's POV
It started out as an ordinary day. I had a wonderful breakfast of ham and eggs and then headed off to school. I had lost my philosophy essay on my way to class and tripped dozens of times. I also got mud all over my brand new purple waist coat, and then went to the wine shop for the revolutionary meeting.
I got upstairs to where the meeting was being held 4 minutes after the meeting had started. Enjolras was already 2 minutes into his inspirational speech. Joly and Combeferre motioned for me to sit down at the same table they were sitting at and I did.
It was now 18 minutes into the speech when a strange noise was heard throughout the room. Enjolras, who was clearly annoyed, tried to ignore it. After 3 minutes of this he had had enough.
''Who is responsible for that mysterious thumping noise?'' He demanded.
The rest students and I looked over at Grantarie because he was known for making Enjolras annoyed. But he was singing a lullaby and was delirious so we quickly realized he could not be the source of the noise.
Each of us started searching the room for a clue about the noise. I had no luck (of course) but I saw Marius go over to the staircase and look down the stairs in shock and horror. I quickly skidded over to the stair case as well. What I saw shocked me as well.
I saw a very grumpy Bahorel trudging up the stairs with a black eye and what seemed to be a broken wrist. Bahorel was dragging a lumpy and bloody figure up the stairs behind him. I wasn't able to tell who the figure was because the face was deformed.
A group of the rest of the Les Amis came over to see what we were looking at. When they saw their faces filled with worry. After realizing what was taking place, Enjolras, Feuilly, Joly, and Jehan ran down the staircase. Joly and Enjolras toke the bloody persons' arms and leg and carried them up the stairs. Feuilly and Jehan got on either side of Bahorel and he put his tired and limp arms over their shoulders.
They set both the wounded on the carpet of the second floor since it was the softest place to put them.
Combeferre started using his handkerchief to wipe off the unknown humans' face. Once he was done he gasped slightly and said ''Oh no! It can't possibly be. How did you let this happen Bahorel?!''
The rest of the student including me huddled around the unconscious person. As we stared at the face which was deformed and still a bit bloody, but recognizable. We figured that Combeferre had every reason in the world to be mad and a bit confused.
''Oh my God.'' Jehan said in a voice filled with horror instead of his usual whimsical tone.
''Very poetic…'' Feuilly stated sarcastically.
''Hush little baby don't you cry .Grantarie's gonna buy you some bourbon and wine.'' Grantarie sung in his drunken state.
''Shut up, Grantarie! Can somebody put the sock back in his mouth.''
''I don't know how he got out of it!''