There was a soft knock on the door and behind it came the soft voice of Joly, "Enjolras?"

Enjolras stood and frowned as he felt more blood oozed from his cut, Éponine instructed him to keep a steady pressure on the cut with the cloth that she threw at his face before disappearing into the bathroom. He opened the door and let Joly in.

Joly's eyes widened as he took in his surroundings, "What happened here?"

Enjolras sighed as he sat back down, "Long story."

Joly sat on a chair opposite him and examined his friend's wound. He frowned, "Mon ami, I'm afraid –"

His sentence was cut short when the bathroom door flew open and out came a scowling Éponine in her new sun dress, muttering obscenities under her breath as she made her way to the couch and flopped down.

"Éponine! Well, this is a surprise. You look nice." Joly smiled at her and Éponine can't help but smile back, "Thanks, Joly. And Enjolras – "

Enjolras raised an eyebrow at her and what he thought was an apology was actually another pillow thrown at his face.

Joly looked from Enjolras to Éponine and back to Enjolras, he's confused but thought better not to ask. "As I was saying, Enjolras, I'm afraid the cut's too deep. You need to be stitched up."

Stitched up?!

If there's one thing in the world that Enjolras is scared of, it's needles. He turned paler than ever and felt lightheaded. Éponine laughed at the look on his face, "You look constipated and I'm still not saying sorry."

He swallowed and tried hard not to think of needles, "Can you do it, Joly?"

"I can't, Enjolras. The cut's too long and too deep. We have to get you to a hospital."

Enjolras nodded and Joly quickly bandaged up his arm. He said it was necessary to avoid excessive loss of blood, which Enjolras thinks is pointless since he's lost enough blood already. His once white throw pillow is now brown with dried blood.

"Can I come?" Éponine smiled as she tied her hair in a messy bun.

"Of course," Joly smiled back.

"Sure. Whatever." Enjolras snorted and stood to change his bloodied shirt.

"I don't even want to ask what happened between the two of you," Joly said as soon as Enjolras was out of earshot.

Éponine laughed and promised to tell poor confused Joly what actually happened.


Joly and Éponine were seated outside the emergency room – waiting for Enjolras. Éponine gave out a small laugh as she watched her friend rub his hands together with some sanitizer.

"So, do you really want to know what happened?"

Joly smiled, "I suppose."

Éponine looked him straight in the eye, "But first you gotta promise me never to tell anyone."

Joly made a gesture of zipping his lips, "My lips are sealed."

Éponine bit her lip and told Joly the truth – about her family, why she ran away, the bathroom incident and what she and Enjolras had agreed upon – and most importantly, the events of that day. By the time she was finished; she was in the circle of Joly's arms and was holding back tears. He traced soothing circles on Éponine's back.

When she made sure that her tears won't spill, Éponine pulled herself away from Joly and gave him a rueful smile. "Thanks, Joly. I'm glad I got that out of my chest."

Joly smiled at her – and as if on cue, the doors of the emergency room flew open and out came a doctor and a couple of nurses pushing a hospital bed, lying on it was an unconscious Enjolras.

The two rushed towards them. Enjolras had his eyes closed, brows knitted together, and a scowl on his face, "What happened to him, m'sieur?" Éponine asked the man in the lab coat.

"He passed out when he saw the injection." The doctor replied – not even looking up from furiously scribbling on his clipboard.

"But is he okay?" she asked as she tried her best to keep up with the fast pace of the doctor and his nurses.

"He has a fever and he lost a lot of blood." Came the voice of one nurse behind her. Joly was on the other side of the bed and was talking non-stop to the doctor, asking the man questions and nodding occasionally.

They rounded corners and passed rooms until they came to a stop in front of one room, Éponine lifted her eyes from Enjolras's face and took note of the room number – 505.

Once the nurses made sure that Enjolras was nestled comfortably on his bed, they nodded a goodbye to both Joly and Éponine and left.

"I suggest that he stay here until tomorrow afternoon or until his fever goes down." Éponine felt Enjolras's forehead and sure enough, he's burning.

"Thank you, m'sieur." Éponine looked up at the man; he gave her a curt nod and left the room.

Joly returned from the bathroom carrying a small basin filled with water. Éponine was seated beside the bed and watched as Joly wringed the excess water from a towel and placed it on Enjolras's forehead. She smiled, just a few more years and her friend would be a doctor too.

He poured a glass of water and handed it to Éponine, "Thanks, Joly."

Joly's phone buzzed then, he took it out of his pocket and gulped. "Hey, Ep, do you think you can take care of him for now? 'Chetta's looking for me, and she sounds angry."

Éponine laughed and gave her friend a quick hug, "Yeah. And thanks for your help, Joly."


Enjolras woke up in the middle of the night. He remembered being rushed to the emergency room and nurses hovering over him like hawks, a man in a lab coat, and an injection. He remembered passing out but remembers nothing after that. A lamp was lit beside his bed and a there was a numbing pain on his forearm. He turned his head and found Éponine seated on a chair, she had her head resting on his bed, an arm thrown across his stomach and a hand clutching his.


A/N: I know it's just a cut and I made it sound way worse than it actually is lol

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PS: Did you guys know that in Ancient Greece, tossing an apple to a girl was a traditional proposal of marriage and catching it was acceptance? But I doubt that Enjolras and Éponine knows that.