Disclaimer: I do not own Les Misérables and it's characters, as much as I want to.
A/N: I am happy with the first chapter and it will go on like this. Maybe. I don't know. Just enjoy it! YES I KNOW, I SPELLED COURFEYRAC WRONG IN THE FIRST CHAPTER DEAL WITH IT. Please review!
After almost an hour, Joly came downstairs. He wiped his bloody hands clean with a wash cloth and joined his friends, who were sitting in silence. 'Any good news, Joly?' Enjolras asked. His voice contained vibration, he had held in his tears since he found the little boy. 'News, yes. Good news, no. He has so many broken bones it is a miracle he's still alive. His temperature is getting higher, so that's one good thing.' Joly sighed. 'Ready for the injury list, my friends?' Joly said. They all nodded in horror, waiting for what terrible things were about to come.
'Okay, here we go. Two head wounds, one was a little older and didn't bleed anymore, but still. Left collarbone is broken, as is his left arm. Right leg broken and even cracked. Uncountable cuts and bruises and the worst; six broken ribs which punctured his right lung.' Joly finished his sentence with a huge sigh and stood up. 'Will he survive?' Grantaire asked. Joly didn't answer, but by the look on his face Grantaire knew it: Only with a miracle.
'I'm going to get some supplies at home, I'll be back in half an hour. Can please somebody stay with the boy?' Joly asked. 'I'll stay with him.' Courfeyrac en Grantaire said in choir. 'Okay, the two of you then. Try not to move him and when he wakes up, just talk to him en try to calm him down. Remember to keep him warm en give him something to drink whenever he's awake.' Joly put on his coat and left the cafe.
Courfeyrac and Grantaire walked quietly up the stairs and opened the bedroom door. The little boy looked even tinier in the big bed, under all the covers and with all his bandages. Both the students took a chair and sat on opposite sides of the bed.
'What if he doesn't wake up?' Courfeyrac asked. 'He'll survive. Joly is a great doctor already, he'll save the boy.' Grantaire whispered back in response.
'Gavroche.' a quiet, high pitched voice filled the room. The little boy in the bed spoke. 'Excuse me, what did you say?' Courfeyrac asked, who was almost awing. 'Gavroche. My name's Gavroche.' The boy, apparently named Gavroche, opened his eyes and looked at both the students. 'Where am I?' Gavroche whispered. He had to whisper, there was no air in his lungs to turn up the volume. Gavroche tried to sit up, but felt all his bones paining him and he let out a huge scream. Grantaire and Courfeyrac helped him lay down immediately.
The students downstairs heard the scream as well, and rushed up to the guestroom. 'What happened?' Enjolras said after he threw the door open. 'Nothing, he moved, and it hurt him.' Grantaire said. 'You're at Cafe Musin, I'm Courfeyrac and he is Grantaire. Those guys are Marius, Combeferre and Enjolras.' The three students waved at Gavroche. 'Enjolras found you earlier this night.' Marius said with a weak smile. Enjolras' cheeks turned pink.
'If it wasn't for Joly you wouldn't be here anymore, Gavroche.' Grantaire smiled, and helped Enjolras out of an awkward situation that way.
'Gavroche? Gavroche Thénardier?' Combeferre's eyes widened. 'I knew it. That bastard threw out his own son.' Combeferre yelled angrily. Gavroche felt afraid again, he was so afraid of his father. 'H-he isn't h-h-here, is he?' Gavroche stuttered. Courfeyrac looked at Combeferre. 'Get out, you're scaring him!' And Marius walked out with an angry Combeferre. 'You're safe, Gavroche. He won't find you here. You're staying with us.' Grantaire smiled. 'Wait, remember what Joly said? We need to keep him hydrated.' Enjolras reminded his friends and himself. 'That's right.' Courfeyrac took a mug from the bedside table and held it to Gavroche's mouth. Gavroche was thankful for the cold liquid filling his sore throat. 'Thank you.' Gavroche muttered after swallowing the last drop of water.
Not long after that Joly came back in. In his right hand he had a large bag and in his left hand he had some clean clothes. 'You're awake! Good. I see you've met the rest of the gang already. Well, my name's Joly.' Joly made a little boy, causing Gavroche to giggle. He winced in pain right after the giggle. 'Try not to move too much, kid.' Joly said while he took Grantaire's seat.
'My names Gavroche, 'Ow do you do?' Gavroche managed to smile. Joly grinned as well. 'Does anything hurt?' He asked. Gavroche nodded a little. Like it was a clue for the rest of the students, they all left the room to let Joly do his job and heal the boy.
'My chest hurts the most, Monsieur Joly.' Gavroche whispered. Joly did a quick examination and then shook his head. 'First of all, don't call me Monsieur, it makes me feel really old. Second, there isn't much I can do about the pain in your chest, son. You have six broken ribs, and they've punctured your right lung. That's why it is so hard for you to breathe.' Joly explained slowly.
'Why don't you try to get some sleep? I'll be there if you wake up, or someone else of the guys.' Joly placed a hand on Gavroche's uninjured shoulder. 'Thank you, Joly.' Gavroche said and it didn't take long for him to doze off. Joly refreshed the bandages that cover the major head wound and then left.
'Can somebody stay with Gavroche?' Joly asked. Combeferre, who had calmed down a lot, stood up and walked upstairs.
'His father did this to him. Why on earth would you do this to your own kid?' Marius asked to no one particular. 'Because Thénardier is a rat that needs to be murdered, slowly and painfully.' Enjolras added. The rest of the students agreed on that. 'He's going to stay with us.' Courfeyrac said. 'I'll take him in if I need to, but he is not getting back into that house ever again.' The students could also agree on that.
Eponine hadn't stopped crying ever since she and her sisters were let out of their room. There was a lot of blood covering the floor and walls, and the trace was heading outside. Her mother told the girls that Gavroche had ran away, and that nothing bad had happened except for a deep cut from the broken vase, but Eponine didn't buy it. There had been too much screaming, crying and swearing for that story to be true. Gavroche had been beaten unconscious and was thrown out in the snow. There was nothing more she could do, she'd lost her brother for good now.