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Sorry this chapter is short, but it's simply the natural break in the story, but more will be up soon :)
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Chapter 9: Good News
Another half hour passed before Éponine hobbled out to the waiting room, her left arm sporting a very bright neon green cast. The group looked up when they saw her, but frowned when a frazzled philosopher did not follow.
"Ép, where's Ferre?" Jehan questioned nervously, still stroking Courfeyac's hair, the latter was still shaking slightly with fading sobs.
Despite the situation at hand, despite the fact that Gavroche had been in the OR for nearly two hours now, and despite the somber mood in the waiting room, Éponine began to laugh. Her loud, not at all delicate, guffaws caused everyone, including Grantaire and Courfeyac, to stare at her.
"Alright, what did you do?" Musichetta sighed, glaring at Joly, who raised his hands defensively.
"No, Joly did nothing wrong," Éponine choked out between chuckles. "Combeferre is being checked for a possible concussion because he smacked his head on the examining table when he fainted."
Several jaws fell open, and, to everyone's relief (especially Enjolras's), Grantaire's rough laughter nearly split the room.
"Why did Combeferre faint?" Enjolras asked, now slightly amused.
"He found out he was going to be the father of two."
Silence and wide eyes filled the room. Joly was gaping like a fish, Musichetta and Cosette were beside themselves, and the rest of the boys just stared. Finally Marius broke the silence.
"Wait? What?" Bahorel knocked upside the head.
"Marius, Combeferre and I are having twins!"
The once dismal hospital waiting room erupted in cheers. Bahorel reached Éponine first and pulled her into a crushing embrace, swinging her around. Their laughter filled the cramped waiting room as the boys embraced Éponine.
"We're expanding! Watch out Ép, Enj is going to recruit them for his army." Courfeyac said, nearly restored to his old self.
"Yeah, Les enfants D'Abassie!" Jehan cried out.
"We'll be conquering the world in no time." Grantaire sighed, before kissing his boyfriend on the cheek. "Saving the world Apollo, saving the world don't worry."
Enjolras mock scowled at his cynic before catching sight of Combeferre rubbing his head and walking towards them.
"Well done Man!" Bousset clapped him on the back when he rejoined the group and he grinned sheepishly, moving protectively behind Éponine. Suddenly, a cough brought them back to reality.
"I'm looking for the family of Gavroche...err...Grantaire?"
Éponine looked at Grantaire, who shrugged, before taking her hand as they approached the doctor.
"We're all here for Gavroche." Combeferre told the doctor, arm tight around Éponine's waist.
"Well, he came in pretty banged up. He had a fractured arm, multiple broken ribs, severe bruising, a slight stab wound to the right shoulder, and what looks like slashes from a whip across his chest and back."
"What about his lungs? The surgery?" Feuilly asked impatiently, he hated when doctors took forever to get to the point.
"Yes, Mr. Grantaire came in with a punctured lung and because he was already passed out, positive results looked grim, but miraculously, little Gavroche pulled through and hopefully, with the right care and recuperation, should make a full recovery."
The Doctor smiled when she heard the group let out a collective breath of air that they no doubt had all been holding. The golden haired boy closest to her firmly stuck out his hand,
"Thank you." The Doctor blinked for a couple of moments, taking in the group. They looked like they'd been through hell and back, but at her news, she could almost see the burden and worry melt off their shoulders. The blonde in front of him had tears in his crystal blue eyes. Turning towards the inky haired boy, he simply embraced him.
"He's ok R, he's going to be just fine."
"Can we go see him?" Courfeyac asked, his eyes glistening with hope and tears.
"He's in the ICU right now, so he can only have about three visitors at a time."
Without a word, the group knew which three were going to visit their youngest member and as soon as the words left the doctor's lips, Éponine, Grantaire and Courfeyac disappeared down the hall.
YAY! HE'S ALRIGHT! =D I wouldn't kill Gav on you guys :)
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