Enjolras had run out of the door and to Marius's house. Cosette had called a doctor, and went to Enjolras's apartment to check on Éponine and the babies.
The doctor had cleaned up most of Grantaire's injuries, but was worried about the leg and his chest. His old barricade wounds had opened up again, and he was bleeding rather badly. The doctor went on to surgery, while Enjolras held Grantaire's hand the whole time.
The doctor said the surgery was a success, and that he had to set Grantaire's leg. After a couple minutes of cursing like a sailor, Grantaire was calmed down. He was light-headed and dizzy from the anesthesia they had given him earlier.
"So, what's up with my leg?" Grantaire asked, turning to Enjolras.
"The doctor said it would heal, but not completely. You'll have a limp and won't be able to walk properly," Enjolras said quietly.
"That's not too bad," Grantaire said. He smiled, but then he frowned. "Sorry, we can't go unify Italy. If you want to go without me, go ahead."
"No," Enjolras's eyes flashed. "We're not leaving you. Besides, Young Italy is doing fine on its own."
"Well, that's lovely," Grantaire said, sarcastically.
Musichetta sighed, "Honestly, Enjolras, first Éponine gets sick and then Grantaire gets run over by a carriage?"
"You've got Bossuet's luck, haven't you?" Marius chuckled softly.
"I guess I have. I do have a best friend and a lover, who look out for me," Enjolras smiled fondly at Grantaire.