I'm sorry I took so long putting up this chapter, but I had exams and then an end of year 10 water fight, then a surprise birthday party for my best friend, then a wedding and it's been super hectic. I've only been finished school for a week. I don't own and enjoy. Takes place two days after the last chapter.
I suggest that if you get alerts about new chapters and are just reading this chapter, you go to re-read chapters one to fourteen. I'm going to re-write all the chapters by Christmas.
'Welcome home, Tris'. Eponine pushed Tristan through the door of their flat, Azelma moved in with her boyfriend and Roche still lived their. Smiling to Eponine, Enjolras couldn't help but be happy he was home, hospitals are horrid. It was hard for him to move around, with his leg and wrist in plaster and a metal brace around his chest to mend his broken ribs, Roche went to stay with Courf to be out of the way. He was fourteen, always chucking a football around wanting to play, Tristan would play with him, but given his current situation, he couldn't. It was Roche decision to move in with Courf for a little while, he came up with the idea on his own. He wasn't pushed out as people originally thought.
'Tris, I'm going to go and see Taire this afternoon. Did you want to come or stay here?'.
After a minute of thinking, Enjolras answered with a defiant 'Yes, I've barely moved in three days. I wanna see him'.
'His treatment started the day you came home, I talked to him on the phone, he said it hurts, but the doctors are optimistic. Which is good'.
'Yeah, he will walk again. I know he will'.
They arrived at the hospital a few hours later, with Eponine driving and Tristan in the passenger seat beside her. After sliding a CD in the car stereo, Eponine had a MayDay Parade sing along, which Enjolras couldn't help smiling at. Parking was easy at the hospital, the car park was large.
Tristan took a few minutes getting out of his seat and into the wheelchair the hospital issued them. They went slowly together to the ward that Grantaire was transferred to the day before he started his treatment, Liandocemol. He was sat up in bed, propped against pillows, wearing track suit bottoms and a 'Star Wars' t-shirt. Greeting them, he smiled, the light teaching his eyes for the first time since the accident.
'Hey, Taire. You look happy. How are you?'.
'Hey Pon, you're looking beautiful as always. Hey, Ras, how are you?'.
'Frankly Taire, I'm hurt, am I not looking beautiful as always?'.
'Of course you are'.
Eponine wanted her questions answered, so she decided to cut in. 'How are you feeling, does this Liandocemol hurt much?'.
'Yeah, it hurts like a bitch, but the doctors say it's positive that it will work. And, Pon, there's a really fit nurse walking around. He will be in here in ten minute, to give me painkillers. Wait around, and you'll see what I mean. What about you, Ras?'.
'No, I don't particularly want to see the hot nurse, I have a girlfriend'.
'I meant how are you?'.
'Oh, I'm alright, my ribs still hurt a bit, but that's it'.
'I'm really sorry, you know that don't you?'.
'Of course, by the way. The police came to see me yesterday'.
'I know, they came to see me too. I'm banned from driving for 24 months'.
'It will be okay, Taire. We can help'.
'Thank you, Ras. And you Pon'.
'Thats okay, Honey. We're here for you'.
'Right, Mr. Roque, here are your meds, here's some water. You're going to be sick of me soon'.
'Ta, and I won't be sick of you'.
Eponine looked the nurse up and down, and mouthed around him to Taire, 'Is THAT him?'.
Taire nodded once, and smirked.
'Taire, he's fucking gorgeous'.
The nurse left after Taire had his meds and quickly gulped down some water. He smiled at Pon. 'Guess you don't feel so bad for me anymore, hey'.
'You need to get his number, he looks like a fucking Hollister model'.
'I don't want to get immediately back into a relationship after Comberferre, might just flirt and have a few flings'.
'How are you holding up with that, Taire. Are you okay with it?'.
'No, but I can't do anything about it. I wish I could. I'm never gonna have another relationship like that, I loved him to much'.
'Have you spoken to him yet?'.
'He left a letter, I read it. He apologised, I tried to phone him, he didn't answer'.
'By the way, Tris Pon. When were you planing on telling me about it?'.
Eponine and Enjolras shared a look, 'Telling you what exact Taire?'.
'That Eponine's pregnant, what else?'.
'I'm not pregnant, are you calling me fat Taire?'.
'I have seven brothers and sisters. I recognise the signs of pregnancy. I was ten when the oldest one was born. I used to the signs. Pon, you put your hand on your belly. Enjolras touches you more. You've started eating weird things Pon. It obvious.'.
'You're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for Taire. I'm pleased we can talk about it too someone'.
'How far along are you?'.
It was Tristan that answered the question, 'About eight weeks. We have a scan in about two weeks and then again at twelve weeks'.
'You've done well to keep it quite. I would have told someone by now'.
'You have no idea how many times I've nearly told someone, I was desperate too'.
'When are you going to tell people?'.
'Ten weeks, I think people would be able to cope then, they would freak out now'.
'Names?'.
Enjolras answered the question, 'We talked about this a few days ago. If it's a girl, 'Nathaleah Iva Enjolras. If it's a boy Alexander James Enjolras'.
'They're nice names. I'm pleased for you guys. Especially you, Enjolras, who we thought would never get laid, let alone be a Dad'.
'Thanks for that Taire'.
