"Look, I think he's waking up," said Combeferre as he placed a bottle of medicine on the table next to the bed.
Gavroche's eyes fluttered open. There was a major strike of pain in his head. He could barely see what was ahead of him. It took a moment or two for his vision to clear up. He saw Enjolras sitting on a stool next to the bed, and Grantaire was next to him with a bottle of wine in his hands. Well, what was new with that? He then felt water dropping on his arm that hung off the bed. It was not water, but tears; and those tears belonged to Courfeyrac. He was on his knees and holding Gavroche's tiny hand. When their eyes met, Courfeyrac burst into more tears and embraced the child tightly.
"Oh, Gavroche! I thought you were dead! Combeferre could not find a pulse for the longest time. I'm so sorry I yelled at you earlier, Gavroche. I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you more than anything. I love you…" Courfeyrac sobbed.
Gavroche watched his guardian cry over him. He never realized until that moment how much Courfeyrac cared for him. Enjolras, Grantaire, and Combeferre stepped out of the room to leave the two alone.
"I'm sorry, Courfeyrac. It's 'cause I'm a stupid boy. I ran away in a storm. It was a stupid thing to do." He said.
Courfeyrac shook his head and smiled slightly. He sat on the bed and pulled Gavroche into his arms. "It is my fault. I overreacted when you were out late and never apologized. I am so sorry. I just got so scared that you might have been arrested for being out after curfew. I would never be able to live with myself if something happened to you." He said.
"It's okay. I am sorry also. I didn't mean to scare you, Papa…" He said.
Courfeyrac smiled and placed a kiss on Gavroche's forehead. Recently Gavroche began to call him 'Papa' or 'Daddy', which warmed his heart. It made Courfeyrac feel new again just as he had when he first took Gavroche in his care. He wanted to adopt the child after they fought. He wanted to take him to see the world. He had the money now. The only thing that was in the away of that was the fighting, but he and Gavroche both wanted to fight. So, it was decided. When the war ceased, they would be off on their adventures together.
"Papa?" Gavroche soon said.
"Yes?" Courfeyrac answered.
"Will we die?"
"In the fight?"
"Yes."
Courfeyrac brushed a few stands of blonde hair away from the nine year old's eyes. "It is possible. If we die, we die together. If we make it out, we go on an adventure. I will take you to places you've never seen, and we will be together." He said.
"Forever?" Gavroche asked.
"Forever."