Hey guys! So, here's the next chapter! A very important one...Enjoy! I apologize, but I doubt I will be able to update again for about two weeks because of finals... BUT! Then it's summer and updates will be practically constant! So here's a big chapter to hold you over, and please let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I am not Hugo, my cousin co-wrote this, and I like ice cream.

~Rosey

Chapter Eleven:

It took fifteen minutes for Combeferre to return with a doctor. It was not the doctor that Courfeyrac took Enjolras to a couple of weeks earlier, and this instantly put Enjolras on edge as his friend and the middle-aged man entered his room. Though he had still been apprehensive of Doctor Plamondon, the man's kind eyes and gentle words had eased most of Julien's nerves. This man, however, had serious eyes and a face that would put Enjolras's most stoical expression to shame. Combeferre stepped over to the bed, an apologetic look on his face as the new doctor silently started rummaging through his bag in the doorway.

"He was the first doctor I could find. He's one of my professors at the university. Doctor Lamar," he mumbled quietly to the tense Enjolras and nervous looking Courfeyrac, who remained at the bedside stubbornly until the medical student faced him gently. "Courf, would you please go tell the others at the cafe about Julien? They should know, and I want to be here with Enj," he whispered, clasping a hand to Enjolras's knee.

"Of course," Courfeyrac nodded quickly as he leapt to his feet. He turned to Enjolras long enough to plant a chaste kiss on his forehead, looking at him with gently worrying eyes. "Don't you be scared, Apollo. Everything will be okay."

Enjolras just nodded and swallowed thickly. He hadn't said a word since the stony-faced doctor had entered the room, and his entire body, already tense and weakened from the spell he had undergone only minutes ago, was practically shaking. Courfeyrac gave him and Combeferre one more half-hearted smile before racing out of the room, sending an apprehensive glance towards Doctor Lamar on his way out.

No sooner had the younger student left the room, then did Doctor Lamar approach the bed, not even making eye contact with Enjolras. "Good evening, monsieur," he grumbled as he sat his bag down at the foot of the bed, shooing Combeferre aside. The medical student's eyes flashed a little, but he complied, moving to Enjolras's side, closer to his head, still sitting on the bed.

"E-evening," Enjolras mumbled quietly, his voice tense and trembling, a far cry from his normal hymn-like tone.

"So Monsieur Combeferre tells me that you have a heart condition and that you passed out due to getting worked up and therefore foolishly straining your heart though you knew you had this condition, correct?" the doctor said coldly, no teasing or kindness in this reprimand.

Enjolras looked up in anger, but when the doctor just looked back at him coolly, the blond lowered his head, looking at his hands. "I...I suppose so..."

Combeferre squeezed his arm tightly, trying to keep his anger towards this harshness at bay. "Doctor, I think that-"

"You are not in my class at the moment, I am not interested in your opinions, Monsieur Combeferre," Doctor Lamar said icily, looking at his pupil through his darkly rimmed glasses.

Enjolras tensed at this, wanting to say something, but a sharp pain jolted through his chest and he gasped, closing his eyes.

"Julien!" Combeferre cried, horror springing to his eyes. "Are you alright!?"

"It's his heart," Doctor Lamar said simply. "Monsieur Enjolras, remove your shirt."

Enjolras looked up through pain-filled eyes, glaring at the man. He was shaking and his heart was thudding visibly in his throat, and he had no strength to do as the doctor demanded so coldly. Combeferre, biting his tongue, gingerly unbuttoned his friend's shirt and pulled it open for the blond student, mumbling quietly "It's alright, Julien. Please just relax and breathe. This will all be over soon."

But Enjolras just remained shaking and scared on the bed as the shirt was pulled off his shoulders, his eyes not leaving Combeferre's. Doctor Lamar, meanwhile, had pulled out his stethoscope as well as a metal bowl and a small knife. Luckily, Enjolras didn't notice, the older student's face kind and comforting as the doctor lowered the bell of the stethoscope to his chest, ignoring the shiver that went through the blond at the touch of the cold bell to his bare skin.

"Breathe in," Doctor Lamar demanded, and hardly could Enjolras draw a shaky breath before he was told harshly "Hold it."

After several rounds of this unfeeling examination, Doctor Lamar sat aside his stethoscope and faced Enjolras. "Well, Monsieur Enjolras, our best option for the moment is bloodletting. It will produce the best results the fastest, and will, to be honest, quite possibly be your saving grace in this time. You are very lucky to be alive, in your foolish neglecting of this condition."

At the mention of "bloodletting," Enjolras had gone deathly still, Combeferre's hand clasping tightly onto his. Ignoring the doctor's harsh words, the blond whispered hoarsely "W-what?"

Combeferre, though feeling a nervous knot form in his own stomach, just softly squeezed Enjolras's shoulder. "I'm sure it will be fine, mon petit..."

"The procedure is very safe," the doctor said as he began to ready the knife and bowl. "I assure you that you should not be afraid."

"I'm not afraid," Enjolras snapped. "Just..." He was silent for a moment before speaking again. "But will it hurt?"

"You will feel uncomfortable, no question," Doctor Lamar shrugged, facing his patient. "But it is necessary."

Enjolras swallowed thickly, but managed a small nod, shaking slightly, his eyes betraying fear.

"Good. I'm glad you understand," the doctor grumbled quietly, reaching for Enjolras's arm. "This shouldn't take too long."

Enjolras looked towards Combeferre again, desperate for comfort as the doctor stretched out his arm over the bowl. The medical student took Enjolras's shoulder in his hand, not breaking eye contact. "Just look right at me, Julien. It's going to be alright. Right at me."

However, as soon as Enjolras managed to relax just slightly, he felt the knife slice his skin and he let out a scared, pained gasp, yanking back.

The next few moments were a blur for him. Combeferre screamed his name, and his arm became warm...Very warm. And wet. Doctor Lamar cursed, the knife clattering to the floor. Enjolras felt himself be shifted, and he smelled the strong scent of iron. And why was there so much red? Why were his sheets wet and red?

"...Nicked an artery...!"

"...He was scared..."

"...Hold him still, would you?!"

"Julien please, please just calm down..."

"...hold a dying man?!"

"...Please, just breathe and look at me..."

"...Grown man..."

"...just a child!"

When Enjolras opened his eyes again, he felt more weak than he could ever remember feeling in his life. His heart literally felt like it was shaking in his chest, and his left arm felt strangely numb. His vision didn't want to work right, nor did his hearing. His body wouldn't even let him turn his head. Even breathing seemed too much for his suddenly appallingly weak body. A familiar voice spoke to a not-so-familiar one, coldly.

"You may leave now, Doctor. I will not be coming to your classes anymore."

"It was his own fault-"

"Don't you dare blame Julien. Here's your francs. Now please leave."

"He's just going to get sicker, you know. With all that blood loss-"

"Well it's a good thing he has friends to take care of him. Good afternoon, doctor."

Enjolras heard a door close, and seconds later felt a dip in the bed. His eyes allowed him to make out the worried, scared face of Combeferre coming into his line of sight. Enjolras felt the older boy's gentle hand rest in his own golden curls, but he somehow felt detached from it. "Julien...My sweet friend...Can you hear me?"

Enjolras just blinked up, confused at him, not sure why moving was suddenly impossible. He closed his eyes for the briefest of moments, but when he opened them again he was laying in Combeferre's arms. When had Combeferre gotten into bed with him? When did he take him in his arms? God, his chest was on fire and it hurt and this must be what dying feels like...

And then the strong arms that were holding him began rocking him gently, softly, like a small child. A shaky voice...Combeferre...Began whispering hoarsely. "Please...Please, Julien...You're going to be just fine, mon petit...My leader...My dearest friend and brother..."

Enjolras let out a whimper...Did you really just whimper, Julien?...Burying in closer to Combeferre's touch. The medical student just rocked him back and forth gently, and Enjolras could have sworn he felt warm tears falling into his curls.

And as he drifted off, confused and scared and in more pain than he could ever remember being in, he heard a soft voice singing shakily to him. "Hush little baby don't say a word...Combeferre's gonna buy you a mocking bird..."

Yep well that was emotionally draining to write at 11:00 at night. I hope you all liked it! I know it was a little disjointed, but it was supposed to be.

Well, please review, and I'll see you all after finals!

~Rosey