I may not have received many reviews for the last chapter, but that will not stop me from writing.. I would appreciate some more feedback on this one though

The drama continues here,

Was Courfeyrac telling the truth when he said that he was alright?

Combeferre, a young man who always tried to remain calm and stay positive about everything, nodded to himself as he carefully adjusted the blanket around Courfeyrac and Gavroche. "Is Gavroche comfortable there?" He asked looking up at Eponine. He could feel that Courfeyrac had a slight fever, linking it to the injury and the loss of blood. He hoped that there was no infection and he knew that Courfeyrac was a strong and healthy young man. He would fight.

"Oui" Eponine said. "He wouldn't care if he was uncomfortable; he just wants to stay close to Courfeyrac. Is everything alright Monsieur Combeferre?"

"I will have to keep a very close eye on him, for I fear an infection will develop. Don't you worry Mademoiselle; Courfeyrac has always been one to boast that he is rarely ill. He is strong" The young doctor replied.

Eponine nodded. "Should we move Gavroche away from him?"

"No, let him stay where he is comfortable. I feel Courfeyrac is more comfortable will him there also" Combeferre said with a smile. "For now goodnight Eponine"

"Goodnight" Eponine said with a smile leaning against the side of the cot as she watched Courfeyrac and Gavroche. She could see that Courfeyrac was weak. With a sigh, she gently pressed a kiss to the young man's forehead and could easily feel that slight heat there. She didn't want to see that grow any higher. Courfeyrac didn't deserve this. He had wanted to save them, putting himself at risk for it all. Running a gentle hand through Gavroche's hair, she leant back into her chair and curled up, trying to relax enough to get some sleep.

….

"No, no" Courfeyrac gasped, feeling the tight hold on his wrists as Montparnasse pulled him back and held him there, making him watch with horror the scene before him. The knife pressed to the back of his neck made him look forward rather than to look to Eponine who was being held beside him by another of her father's gang members.

Thenardiar stood before the young man, his strong hands gripping Gavroche's shoulders as he pushed the child down to the ground. Only one word crossed his lips as he fell. "Courfeyrac"

"No, take me let him go!" Courfeyrac cried, tears in his eyes. "He is a boy! He is a child that you never cared about! Let him live!"

"Why should he live? He is worthless!" Thenardiar shouted, kneeling down to the boy on the ground and turning him to lay on his back, staring up at his father.

"Please!" Courfeyrac shouted, trying to pull away from Montparnasse. "Please! I love him like a son!"

"He is my son! You can't love him" Thenardiar smirked pulling his knife from his belt "Now watch him, you can't look away. Watch him"

Gavroche locked eyes with Courfeyrac, trying to reach out to him. "Courf"

"Shut up boy" Thenardiar said clasping one hand over Gavroche's mouth and gripping the knife. He smirked as he looked to Courfeyrac "No saying goodbye little boy"

Courfeyrac watched in horror as Thenardiar, a man who did not deserve the children he had, plunged the knife down, straight into the stomach of his son.

"No!"

Courfeyrac gasped as he jumped awake, holding back a cry of pain as his wound was disturbed. He tried to kick the blankets away from him, restlessly moving his head from one side to the other as he wasn't aware to what was around him. He couldn't tell whether he was sleeping, or awake, or in some sort of strange limbo in between. He wanted it to stop, he wanted to get away. There was only one thing that he was aware of. He was painfully, unbearably hot.

"Courf" Gavroche said tiredly as he was awoken. It wasn't the movement that had awoken him, it was the heat. "Courfeyrac?"

The young man in question didn't reply, he couldn't reply. He could feel himself slipping back into sleep then quickly jumping awake again, as if subconsciously pulling him away from the nightmare from each he had just awoken. Breathing heavily, he was vaguely aware of his own movement. He felt himself pull his arm away from a small form that was beside him. He couldn't link the voice of the child from his dream to the voice of the child beside him.

"Courfeyrac can you hear me!" Gavroche cried, gently placing his hands on Courfeyrac's arm. "Courf, it's me Gavroche, your petit frère"

"No" Courfeyrac breathed. "No stop, let go… too hot… let go of me"

With a slight gasp, Gavroche let go of him. Never had Courfeyrac talked to him like that. "Courfeyrac, do you know it's me?" He asked in a tiny nervous voice.

"What's happening Gavroche?" Eponine asked as she awoke.

"He's really hot" Gavroche said, tears in his eyes as he placed a tiny hand on Courfeyrac's cheek. "And he told me to let go of him…"

Eponine, her stomach clenching in worry, jumped up and quickly placed a hand on Courfeyrac's forehead. The heat was painful. "Courfeyrac can you hear us?"

"Let go of me" Courfeyrac breathed, gasping in pain as he kicked the blankets away, his hair wet with sweat. "Stop". To him, the voices were blurs. He couldn't link voices to faces. He didn't recognize it, he didn't recognize the names. The heat of unbearable as he held back cries of pain. Even the nightmare was a blur now. Everything was a blur of confusion to him as he struggled to stop himself from falling back into a restless sleep. His eyes opened and he looked at the little boy who sat beside him, tears pouring down the child's cheeks. He didn't feel the need to comfort the child, the need to tell him it was alright. All he wanted was for the child to move away from him. "Boy, let go of me"

Shocked, Gavroche moved his hand away, climbing down from the cot and throwing his arms around Eponine. Boy was what his father called him. Courfeyrac called him petit or 'Roche, never boy. "Courfeyrac, I'm Gavroche, your boy" He sobbed.

"Oui Courfeyrac, come on now you know us. It's alright, it's the fever" Eponine said carefully moving the blanket away.

"No" Courfeyrac gasped. "Stop this, go away, boy why were you beside me, it's too hot, why are you here?"

Gavroche bit down on his lip, quickly letting go off Eponine and running from the room. "Combeferre!" He cried.

Combeferre sat at the table, his head on the table as he sat deep in thought. Enjolras and Joly were beside him, having come in early. "What's wrong Gavroche?" Combeferre said as he sat up, seeing the tears on the little boy's face.

"Courfeyrac" He sobbed "He's very hot, Eponine says its fever. He woke up hot, and tried to get the blankets away. And…And when I talked to him, he told me to let go and get away from him, called me boy and told me to get away"

Combeferre gasped. "He's delirious" He said jumping up. "Joly, please prepare a bowl of cold water and rags. Gavroche I need you to stay here alright?"

"But… Courfeyrac..." Gavroche cried wiping furiously at his eyes. "Combeferre what is happening?"

As Combeferre entered the side room, he saw Eponine trying to wipe damp curls away from Courfeyrac's face, a hand on his arm in attempt to keep him still. The young man, feverish and restless as he was, fought against her. "Get away from me, the heat the heat"

Combeferre took a deep breath to calm down. "Eponine, it's the fever talking. I have seen this happen before. He is barely conscious; he can't link voices to people. It's alright"

She nodded. "What can I do to help?" She asked.

"Sit with him, keep talking to him, hopefully he will calm. We need to clean the wound in alcohol once more, this must be an infection" Combeferre replied calmly as Joly entered with the water and rags along with a second bowl of alcohol.

Eponine nodded, carefully sitting beside Courfeyrac again and encouraging him to lay his head on her lap to keep still. She bit her lip as she watched the two young doctor's work.

Carefully Combeferre removed the bandages from around Courfeyrac's stomach. The skin around the wound was a horrid sickly colour and showed no sign of beginning to naturally seal. Joly appeared incredibly pale as he saw the wound and Eponine felt sick to her stomach. The doctor's shared a concerned look as they attempted to clean the wound, the sound of Courfeyrac's cries of pain making them both wince.

….

"Gavroche" Enjolras said softly, seeing the little boy begin to sob once more. Gavroche, tears coming again, thought for a moment about running to the streets. Why be here if Courfeyrac didn't know who he was?

"Gavroche, listen to me" The chief said.

"He doesn't know… he didn't recognize me did he?" He sobbed, wrapping his arms around himself.

"He is sick, it's the fever" Enjolras sighed. "He'll get better, he is strong, and he will fight"

"Why doesn't he recognize me?" Gavroche asked

"He is delirious. The fever is making everything a blur. He does know who you are, he just can't make the connection at the moment" Enjolras said, placing a hand on Gavroche's shoulder in a show of comfort

Gavroche didn't want comfort from Enjolras. He wanted comfort from Courfeyrac; he wanted Courfeyrac to be alright again. With a ragged sob, Gavroche quickly ducked under a nearby table, pulling down a tricolour flag that covered it to hide him. "I want Courfeyrac!" He sobbed

"I know petit, I know" Enjolras sighed sitting beside the table, feeling the need to let Gavroche know that he was there. "He is going to fight this, he will fight it for you"

"He promised he would be alright! He lied!" Gavroche cried "He isn't alright, it was a lie! He never breaks a promise!"

Enjolras sighed "Gavroche…"

I really found this a challenging chapter to write.

I would like to thank Freedom Rose for her help on this chapter

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