Here is chapter two, quite as short as the last chapter. I'm so sorry. Ah well, I hope you enjoy it anyways. Oh, I try to do paragraphs accordingly, but I've never been amazingly good at it. If you have any suggestions I would be honored to hear them
Chapter two
Combreferre sighed as he looked back at the brown eyes, full of hatred.
"Grantaire, there's nothing I can do. He's dieing without medical help. He needs to be moved!"
The eyes from under the blanket glared. As hard as it was for Combreferre to disobey his friend, it was good that Grantaire was showing some emotion. He would have moved Grantaire as well, if it had not been for the fact that even the most gentle movements could put his life in jeopardy, and Combreferre was horrified at the thought of the extent of damage a trip across cobblestones in a carriage to the hospital would do.
The problem was while the extent of the injury was greater, Grantaire wanted to live for some odd reason known only to himself. The man across the room who was totally out, seemed to have no interest of living whatsoever.
It was so bitterly ironic, Combreferre mused, as he took off the bandages on Grantaire to clean his wounds. The first time, and even the fiftieth time he had done this, Combreferre had winced. Now, it was simply a matter of not thinking about it. If he didn't think about it, Grantaire wouldn't see the pity and hopelessness in Combreferre's eyes, and so he wouldn't see through the charade they both were playing. Grantaire had always been a trusting fool, despite all his curt and hurting remarks.
'We all were,' Combreferre corrected himself 'trusting that the sun would see who the true heroes were and rise before them and them alone, not thinking about how the world actually worked.' How cruel it had been, to watch the illusions be stripped off of them in the form of comrades dieing, their young faces twisted into agony that the others involuntarily shared.
Now there were only three left, twisted and distorted beyond recognition, both physically and mentally. And soon it would only be two, left in this abandoned wine shop that served as a doctor's office, which used to house so much laughter and bring so many sharp minds together to form a brighter beginning, and to heal the wounds that were twisted deep inside of humanity and refuse to come out with time, that natural healer that supposedly heals all things.
Suddenly a young girl, who knew the doctor well, and had brought him most of his patients before the fight (and all of them after it) scrambled in, scared stiff, and pointed out to the street, where a mangled body lay twisted, in sharp contrast to the cobblestones.
Bum bum bum… My pitiful excuse for a cliffy. Please review. If I don't get a review, I'm not going to continue. Just one review! More would be nice though…
