It was all very hazy where Grantaire had woken up. He could not manage to gather the energy to get out of this bed, but each time that he sat up, he was pushed back down by someone. It felt like a few days had passed when he had took his first step out of bed. A doctor was by his side at all times and a few hours after that, Marius had limped his way to Grantaire's side. The two sat there silently when a young blonde haired woman came in and put her hand onto Marius' shoulder. She looked just as angelic as Enjolras had looked which made him guess that the woman was Cosette. She had explained that her father had saved Marius, and went back to check for survivors when he had seen that two men had been found barely alive. Apparently it had taken hours of convincing the people to send the two to the hospital and not a prison.
"Who else was saved?" Grantaire asked, with his voice sounding rough and raspy.
"Enjolras," Marius said looking down to the ground, "But his wounds were more severe than ours."
Grantaire jumped out of his bed and pushed past Marius as he had tried to restrain Grantaire. Even though every step he took felt like a dagger was being pushed through his chest, he had searched almost every room until a nurse had found him.
"Where is he?" Grantaire screamed, "Where is Enjolras?"
The nurse was shocked at this outrage and despite her hesitation, she guided him to a room at the very end of the corridor. Grantaire hesitated for a moment, wondering if he would want to see his Apollo in a bad state, but he then came to the quick conclusion that seeing him lying still on a bed was better than seeing his Apollo dead.
"Enjolras is here. He was sent from the barricade along with yourself and your friend, Marius." The nurse said as she waited by the door.
Grantaire limped towards the still body of Enjolras. His heart stopped and as he waited for a sign of life, his heart went from feeling as if it had stopped to feeling as if it were so heavy that Grantaire thought for a moment that his own chest could not contain it anymore.
When he reached the bed, he put his hand on Enjolras' bare chest, softly feeling the new wounds. Enjolras' chest slowly started to rise and fall to which Grantaire could not believe. Tears escaped Grantaire's eyes as he sat down next to Enjolras, waiting for him to wake up.
"His leg is seriously damaged. It will recover but not for a while," The nurse said, "You will have to leave soon. The doctor will want to check on you."
"I'm not leaving till I know that he is okay!" Grantaire glared.
For hours Grantaire sat next to the sleeping Enjolras, and had frequent visits from the doctor who was checking up on Enjolras and Grantaire's injuries. Grantaire had admitted that his wounds were still causing him a bit of pain, so his bandages were redressed and his wounds were cleaned once more. When Enjolras had started to move, Grantaire had jumped up, closely looking over every inch of Enjolras' body. He grabbed the hand that was closest to him and could feel the warmth of the soft texture and brought it up to his mouth. Grantaire placed a soft kiss on Enjolras' hand, as a way to show Enjolras that he was here, waiting for him.
Once again, Marius entered at the worst time possible, but Grantaire could not ask him to go, Enjolras was Marius' only surviving friend. Marius stood at the end of Enjolras' bed, with Cosette by his side. Cosette's father waited at the door, and Grantaire assumed that he was only waiting for Cosette.
"The nurse said that he will probably wake up soon," Cosette smiled as she took Marius' hand and squeezed it tight.
Marius avoided Grantaire's eyes, for what Grantaire could only guess that it was because Marius had stumbled on both Enjolras and himself nearly naked, well Enjolras was the naked one that morning. Grantaire's heart monumentally stopped when he felt Enjolras squeezing his hand. His mouth fell open and Cosette's father called for a nurse.
When the nurse came running, she pushed past Grantaire, and pushed him by Marius' side to which Grantaire did not take too kindly too. Grantaire watched with jealousy as the nurse was touching Enjolras' bare chest to feel for his heart beat. Grantaire balled his hands into a fist, to which Marius had noticed.
"You have no right to be jealous," Marius bitterly whispered, "You forgot about him hours after."
"That woman was sat on my lap, that is all." Grantaire whispered back, gritting his teeth.
The two men stood there, glaring at each other when Enjolras started to cough, which made Grantaire run back to Enjolras' side.
As Enjolras went to sit up, Grantaire gently pushed him back down.
"I'm here," he said quickly as he wrapped his arms around Enjolras.
Enjolras looked up at him in disbelief before smiling. All that Enjolras could think was thank god that he was not the only one to survive, and then he had seen Marius standing there at the foot of his bed with his arm around a blonde haired woman.
"I take it that this is Cosette?" Enjolras asked, trying to force a smile.
Cosette smiled back at him, "Yes. Its a pleasure to finally meet you!"
Enjolras coughed again, and was handed a glass of water. He took it off the nurse and thanked her to which she smiled nervously. Grantaire had seen this before, he had himself done this before. When Enjolras was so oblivious to his feelings and on the odd occasion that he would acknowledge him in the Café Mussian, he would blush and stutter and people would confuse this for being drunk. "How is my Apollo feeling?" Grantaire asked kissing him lighting on his hand.
"Tired and beaten," Enjolras said gloomily, "Are we all that has survived from our barricade?"