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Combeferre had decided to allow those of the Amis who wished to, to come visit Enjolras in shifts. The blonde revolutionary had spent two nights and a day sleeping, resting and he did everything Combeferre had told him. Now, as he was starting to feel a little better, he wished to see his friend and assure them all was fine.

The headaches had abated a bit and the nausea and vertigo only showed up when Enjolras made too sudden movements or when he had to get out of bed to do his needs. All with the help of his best friend. All. To Enjolras' embarassement at some point.

Courfeyrac had spent most of his time at Enjolras' place as well. Being the only ami Combeferre allowed in, he helped wherever he could. Neither of the three friends had spoken about what Enjolras had told them earlier, although Combeferre still had some questions he wanted Enjolras to answer. He felt it would do his friend good to talk about it more, but he decided it could wait until Enjolras was back on his feet.

"Who do I have to encounter first?", Enjolras asked amused, as he shifted his pillows so that he could sit upright. He was dressed in fresh and comfortable clothes, looking very awake and calm, but still too pale for Combeferre's liking.

"Ah, I think Courfeyrac is bringing Jehan, Marius and Joly in at first and then Bahorel, Feuilly and Grantaire. Gavroche wanted to see you as well but I'd rather not have him in here yet. It would be too crowded."

Enjolras nodded and looked down at his hands. "They're not really that mad at me are they?" He asked, his tone a bit nervous, "I mean, I'm doing fine now, better all the time, so."

He trailed of, looking hopefully up to Combeferre, who couldn't help but let an amused smile spread on his face.

"Feeling a bit nervous there, oh mighty leader?" Enjolras sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes.

"Never mind", he said.

Combeferre laughed and put a hand on Enjolras' shoulder. "Don't worry mon ami, they'll behave. I told them not to make too much fuss regarding your condition. Besides, I think they're more worried than angry."

"Well, you can't blame me for worrying, if Courfeyracs and especially Grantaires reactions are anything to go by", Enjolras mumbled, remembering Grantaires angry pounding and yelling two nights before.

"And you can't really blame them for being furious in the first place", Combeferre added, winking at Enjolras.

His blonde friend chuckled and muttered that that was indeed true. He opened his mouth to say more but their conversation was cut short by a knock on the door.

Enjolras looked up and took a deep breath. "Good luck my friend", Combeferre said, feigning a goodbye.

"You're awful", Enjolras retorted, watching as Combeferre opened the door.

Marius, Jehan and Joly greeted Combeferre and then walked in silently, almost anxiously, their eyes falling shortly on Enjolras, who was looking at them, eyebrows raised. He hadn't expected his friends to act like this.

"You may come closer you know", he said smiling, "I'm not going to bite you."

They looked at Combeferre, who nodded reassuringly.

"We weren't sure how you were feeling, Courfeyrac told us to keep our quiet", Marius mumbled.

"Yes, and besides I thought it was too early for you to have any company at all with a concussion such as yours, who knows what we can bring about, we wouldn't want to be any obstacle in your recovery", Joly said, worry evident on his face, "But if Combeferre says it's okay, then..."

He trailed off, glancing at Enjolras who was still looking at them with that surprised expression.

"Seriously my friends, stop acting scared around me, I'm doing fine, believe me, Combeferre wouldn't have let you in if I weren't"

"That's true", Jehan said, being the first to walk towards Enjolras' bed and flopping down beside him on the bed. "You, my friend, have some explaining to do however".

"Unless you don't feel up to it", Joly added quickly.

Enjolras cleared his throat and glanced at Combeferre momentarily. "There's honestly not much to explain", he began.

"I didn't think it was such a big deal in the beginning. I just had a headache and I felt a bit dizzy but I honestly thought I could handle it, untill I passed out in the middle of my speech which you all have observed of course."

His friends nodded, having not forgotten that moment at all. It was still very fresh in their memory.

"Anyway, after that I got nervous, because I knew something had to be wrong but I didn't want you to know. I felt like, as being a leader I could not let you all down and I feel very reluctant in admitting I'm not feeling well."

Marius snorted at that. "We know that Enjolras, but we don't understand how you can think that you being ill or hurt would result in us thinking less of you. That's kind of offensive you know."

" I do know", Enjolras agreed, "and it's a weakness entirely my own. I've been doing that ever since I was a child, it's just who I am and I've talked about it with Combeferre and Courfeyrac and I know my behavior in situations like this one is not acceptable, so I apologize to you all and I'll try to do differently next time."

"I'd rather not have there be a next time", Jehan mumbled, but he smiled and all three friends seemed to relax more after that. Talking and laughing about other things. When Marius brought up the riot and the subject of their previous meeting however, Combeferre interrupted.

"That's it for now guys, the others will be here soon and honestly I don't want Enjolras to talk or even think about that. He'll work himself up again and before you know it, he'll be up and roaming the streets trying to convince people to do what's right."

Everyone laughed at that, except Enjolras, who wore a serious expression and muttered that that was indeed exactly what he would do had he not been held prisoner by Combeferre.

"Keep your head up, Enjolras", Jehan laughed, "Just try to be an outstanding patient for a while, if only to please Combeferre here and you'll be up and running in no time."

They said their goodbye's and Combeferre let them out.

He turned around again to look at his blonde friend. "That wasn't so bad now was it?" he asked.

Enjolras nodded. "Thank you for not telling them. I know you probably hated that I fed them this uncomplete story, but I just..."

Combeferre cut him of. "We promised you we wouldn't tell. And you don't have to thank me for it either. It's your choice to keep your past to yourself. To decide what you want them to know and what not. Besides, that story wasn't far from the truth now was it. You only left out some of the details."

Enjolras only smiled, but it didn't meet his eyes. He felt tired and his head hurt again. He wasn't really looking for the next round of visitors, especially not to Bahorel and Grantaire who would without a doubt still be angry.

He was partly proven right when the other amis came by a little later that afternoon. It was just Bahorel and Feuilly however. Grantaire didn't show up, which surprised Enjolras, but Combeferre even more, regarding the scene he had made only two nights before. He had asked Courfeyrac to look for him as soon as the other two friends had settled in chairs next to Enjolras' bed. Courfeyrac left immediately, worried himself.

Bahorel was beyond irritated and not at all pleased by Enjolras' explanations and apologies. He kept telling his friend he was stupid and that he would have to prove himself before he would believe any of his promises. He accused him of being weak just because of hiding in the first place and thinking lesser of him because he had kept his mouth shut.

"I'm really disappointed in you Enjolras! How could you not tell, you don't deem us worthy to know or something? You don't trust us? What, we don't mean that much to you?"

It didn't take long for Enjolras to get annoyed with Bahorel as well. When he said he was done explaining and that he really could care less if Bahorel accepted his reasons, the latter left the room without a word. Enjolras stared after him in utter disbelieve. Feeling hurt himself that he caused his friend to be this angry.

"He'll turn around Enj", Feuilly spoke softly. "He was just really worried and he felt hurt that you didn't trust us enough to confide in us, while you always press us to be completely honest with each other"

"I do trust you", Enjolras mumbled, "I told you it's not that." He looked at Combeferre for support.

"Then what is it?", Feuilly asked.

Enjolras sighed. "It's just how I grew up okay, I've always kept to myself concerning my health. It's behavior I've come accustomed to. I've aplogized for it, now haven't I?"

Feuilly nodded, sensing Enjolras didn't want to talk about it anymore. Combeferre seemed to agree with him when he spoke up. "Let's not go on about this anymore. It's giving our patient here more stress than is good for him. I'll have Courfeyrac talk to Bahorel later today. He'll turn around Enjolras, you'll see. Just let him be for now, he has a right to be angry, he cares for you."

Enjolras sighed and frowned, pinching the bridge of his nose. The headache that started out as a low pounding in the back of his head was now taking over fully.

Combeferre noticed and told Feuilly it was time for him to go home. Feuilly nodded, squeezed Enjolras' arm and said his goodbye. "Rest up my friend. I'll see you soon."

When Combeferre and Enjolras were alone again, Enjolras relaxed a bit more. "He is so angry", Enjolras mumbled.

Combeferre nodded. "You expected as much though, didn't you?"

"I did", Eniolras answered, letting Combeferre place a wet cold cloth on his forehead. He closed his eyes for a bit in relieve.

"I don't understand why Grantaire didn't show up though", he then said, "I expected him to be here, since he was all worked up earlier.

Combeferre nodded.

"He's probably too drunk to visit", Enjolras said with a tone of reprimand. Although there was definitely also some disappointment there.

"Don't do that", Combeferre replied sternly, yet gently.

Enjolras opened his eyes and looked at Combeferre.

"Assuming that's the reason he isn't here I mean", Combeferre added. "He was genuinely concerned about you."

"And yet he isn't here, so it must not have been that genuine", Enjolras retorted.

"Stop it", was all Combeferre said. They looked at each other and Enjolras shook his head.

"Fine, I'm sorry", he muttered, "I just really expected him to be here. I wanted him to be here", he added quietly.

"He'll come." Combeferre smiled reassuringly.

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Courfeyrac in the meantime had arrived at Grantaires appartement. He pounded on the door and when he heard shuffling inside he called: "Grantaire! I know you're in there. Open the door, I need to speak with you."

It took a while, but then Grantaire unlocked the door and stepped aside to let Courfeyrac in. "What is it?"

"You know perfectly well what it is. Why weren't you at Enjolras'? I told you, you could visit together with Bahorel and Feuilly and you didn't show!"

Grantaire looked down. "So?"

"So? Two nights ago you stood there fuming on his doorstep demanding to speak with him. What? Now you don't have anything to say to him anymore?"

"I don't really see the point. Everything has already been said and I'm the last one he would listen to. He is probably relieved I didn't come. He wouldn't want me to."

"Don't be ridiculous 'Taire", Courfeyrac retorted frustrated. "He does want to see you and he does want to speak to you. You know he woke up while you were there? Would've bolted for the door to go after you had it not been for his disorientation and Combeferre being present."

Grantaire turned red. "He woke up? He heard?"

"I don't know what he heard but yes he woke up and Combeferre told him you would come today along with the other amis and now here you are, sitting around, not showing up, what do you think Enjolras is going to think?"

"He can't think any lower of me"

"He's gonna think you don't care. Don't make him think that 'Taire, it's all hard enough as it is"

Grantaire frowned at that. Not really understanding what Courfeyrac meant by that. He sat down on the bed and then said: "I'm afraid to go. He'll won't want to speak with me, I'll say all the wrong things, I'll get mad, he'll get mad, I know how this will go".

"No you don't. And if you don't go there, you're going to regret it. He needs you 'taire. He needs to know you're there for him, just as much as the other amis."

He took the bottle of wine out of Grantaire's hand and put it down on the table. "Now, no more drinking. Go and dress yourself and then we'll go to Enjolras. I won't leave here until you come."

Grantaire looked as if he was going to refuse. Then he turned around and picked out some clean clothes. "Fine", he mumbled, "I'll go."

Courfeyrac smiled and patted his friend on the back. "You don't have to worry so much you know", he laughed, "he's not going to bite you."

"How do you know?", Grantaire replied, "you've never angered him the way I do."

"Well, now he has angered you, so you can do the biting", Courfeyrac winked.

"Shut up", Grantaire chuckled. Inside his stomach was in knots. He did want to see Enjolras, he truely did, but he was afraid to as well.

TBC.

(There you go. Did you like it? I really hope so! Let me know if you have anything to say! :) And be on the lookout for the next chapter. It will be mainly focused on Grantaire and Enjolras and I just know the lot of you have been waiting for it. Just so you know, this story is only based on a friendship between the two. 'Till next time!)