A/N: Because I'm tired of Enjolras/Éponine
Grantaire could see the pearly white gates in the distance. He walked over to them, but they began to fade. Pain hit him like a bullet, and his eyes opened in the real world. Grantaire swore.
"Easy now, son, I just saved your life," a man said. Grantaire looked and saw a doctor.
"Saved? I saw Heaven! Who knows if I'll get there again," Grantaire said. The doctor looked alarmed.
"I found a faint pulse on you, and I dragged you off the barricades. I managed to save you," The doctor looked smug.
"What happened at the barricades?" Grantaire asked, taking in his surroundings. He was on an examination table, but still had his pants on. He looked down to see his scarred chest. He was also sober, which meant that he was cranky.
"It was a massacre," the doctor said, sadly.
"Did anyone else live?" Grantaire asked his throat tight.
"Only three other people. Marius, Enjolras, and Éponine I believe their names were."
Grantaire started to see hope again. His Apollo was still alive. Yet, he was with Éponine now. Those two would be together, and didn't need him. He still wanted to see him once before he left.
"How long has it been?" Grantaire asked. "Since the barricades?"
"A couple of weeks," the doctor replied. "Just stay here a week more, and then you can go."
Grantaire groaned, "alright, but get me something to drink."
The doctor frowned. "I have smelt your breath, young man, and I do not approve of alcoholics. You will have water. Later, I'll let you have one glass of wine at dinner."
Grantaire, meanwhile, was counting down the days until he could see Apollo again.