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Gavroche fell asleep curled beside Courfeyrac that night, gripping onto his wrist in a gentle hold as if afraid that he was going to wake to the cot empty and his beloved guardian gone forever. He stirred upon hearing the sound of movement in the room around him and the gentle voices of Combeferre and Joly, the two young doctors there to check on the condition of their friend. The little boy, who to them was still fast asleep, did not open his eyes. He simply lay there, listening to them talking. He continued this act as he felt arms around him, Combeferre gently lifting the 'sleeping' child away from the bed and laying into the soft chair beside the cot. "Alright Joly, we should change the bandages now whilst Gavroche is sleeping" Combeferre said. "After all it was a joint agreement that Gavroche should not see this"

Being a street child for a large majority of his short life, Gavroche had never been one to do what he was told and to listen to those who gave the best advice. He made his own decisions for the most part, even though there had been a number of times that he come to regret the decisions that he had made. Slowly, hoping that neither Joly nor Combeferre were looking in his direction, Gavroche opened his eyes, wiping the sleep from them with the cuff of his sleeve to clear his view. Courfeyrac moved restlessly, his head moving from side to side as Joly held it up pouring a thick alcohol down his throat in attempt to calm him. Whimpers that made Courfeyrac sound much younger than he was crossed his lips as Combeferre removed the bandages. The view of Courfeyrac's wound had been one that had been kept away from the little boy and now that little boy could see why.

The wound was large, reaching across his stomach in a ragged diagonal line from below his ribcage to the other side of his belly button, wide and incredibly sore. It was a horrid sickly colour, sign of the infection and the bandages were stained with blood. Gavroche had to bit the inside of his mouth to stop himself from crying out as some powerful force pulled him from the chair to stand, a whimper of fear escaping him as he froze feeling the eyes of both of the young doctors suddenly on him.

"Gavroche" Combeferre breathed stepping in the way of Courfeyrac to take the view of the horrible wound away from the child. "You were sleeping"

He shook his head, his face pale with shock as a sound that was a mixture of a cry and a choke escaped him, his blue eyes filling with tears. For a moment, he searched the room for Eponine before remembering that his older sister that went for one of her midnight walks. He shook his head, for a moment believing that he was truly alone as tears began to pour down his cheeks. "You lied, you all lied"

"Lied, what do you mean?" Combeferre said moving closer to him slowly as not to scare him away. He knew that Gavroche did not trust easily. He trusted Courfeyrac to look after him and too show him the love that his parents had never given him. He trusted Eponine to care for him. And he trusted Enjolras to show him that there were others who cared for him. "We haven't lied to you Gavroche"

"You did lie! You said that he was getting better, you said that he was going to be alright" Gavroche cried wrapping his arms around himself. In this moment, he only wanted Courfeyrac, the one person who couldn't come to him in this moment to wrap his arms around him. The person that he wanted the most was lying on that cot, the wound across his stomach. "He can't be getting better if it looks like that!"

Sensing that the child was working himself up into a state of shock and tears, Combeferre knelt to his height looking him in the eye. Joly, never sure what to say to Gavroche, stayed silent quickly wrapping a new clean bandage over the wound. "It looks a lot worse than it is; his fever is not as high as it was. You must have helped him last night, wiping down his forehead. The wound is healing, it is just that colour from the infection but we believe that his going away"

"You still lied to me! Eponine lied! Enjolras lied!" Gavroche cried, trying to move away as Combeferre attempted to bring the boy closer to him. "Don't touch me, you a liar. You don't really care do you?"

The young doctor sighed, quickly moving forward before Gavroche could move away once more and picking him up, bringing him into his arms. "Come on Gavroche, calm down now, let me explain this to you"

The young boy squirmed for a moment in his hold, pushing at his shoulders in a weak attempt to push him away. "Let go of me, no, I want Courfeyrac!" He cried looking at the young man lying on the cot. "Courfeyrac, wake up! Wake up please!"

Combeferre didn't say anything. He rather brought the boy closer, wrapping his arms around him protectively. With a silent look to Joly, he carried Gavroche from the room, sighing in relief when he felt the child sink into his hold, resting against his shoulder as his arms looped around his neck. He took a sit in the empty quiet meeting room, sitting the child on his lap squirming. "Alright Gavroche are you going to listen to me?" He asked, gently putting his hand under Gavroche's chin to make him look up.

"Are you going to lie to me again?" Gavroche said in a small voice wiping his eyes.

"I did not lie in the first place Gavroche" Combeferre sighed. "Wounds take a long time to heal fully, especially bigger ones. It is getting better, it looks much worse than it is. It does hurt him I will admit but it is beginning to seal and his body is fighting the infection"

"Why does it look so bad Combeferre?" He asked

"The skin was broken by the knife and that takes a long time to heal, the colour is a sign of it healing. The darker the colour, the nearer it is to normal colour the better." Combeferre replied allowing the small boy to rest against his chest and curl into his arms. "It is getting better, do you understand?"

Gavroche nodded. "I think so" He sighed looking down. "I just want him better so much, I want to talk to him and help him at the rallies again"

"I know petit, I know" Combeferre said gently, running a hand up and down his back. "His body is fighting but the fever is taking his energy as soon as the fever breaks, he will start to really get better. He will be able to be probably awake and you will be able to talk to him again"

"I hope it breaks soon, I don't like feeling like this" Gavroche sighed, tears down his cheeks as he pushed his face into Combeferre's shoulder, his body melting into the soft fabric of his waistcoat.

"Feeling like what?" Combeferre asked.

"Alone" Gavroche whispered

Combeferre sighed deeply, bringing a hand through Gavroche's tangled hair, a gesture he knew that he saw as comforting. "Alone? You are anything but alone. I know you miss Courfeyrac being up and about, but he will be soon. And you have Eponine, and the Amis" He said. "We are all here to look after you. Enjolras cares for you, and Grantaire does even though he doesn't show it very often. I care for you and so do Jehan and Joly. We are all like family here and we look after each other and that includes all of us looking after you"

"You promise?" Gavroche asked turning his head on his shoulder to look at him "You promise you are not just saying that to make me feel better"

"I promise Gavroche, you have to trust us more Gavroche. I know you trust Enjolras, I saw you both yesterday" Combeferre replied "You have to trust us to look after you"

"I do trust you" Gavroche sighed "You look after me. I just wish Courfeyrac was better"

"I do too. He will be fine, he is fighting. We can continue to help him. You can wash his face down with the rags and help with his medicine" The young doctor replied. "Feel better now"

Gavroche nodded, blinking sleepily. "Merci Combeferre, I think I understand now" He said, yawning

Combeferre smiled bringing the boy's head back down onto his shoulder. "Good boy" He smiled "Come on now it's late, we should lay you back down to sleep"

"'m comfy 'ere" Gavroche said through another yawn, settling in Combeferre's hold, leaning against his shoulder and closing his eyes. He pressed himself against Combeferre's chest and curled up small.

"Alright" Combeferre chuckled kissing his head and watching him as he fell asleep in his arms. Carefully, he moved to pick up a blanket and draped it over the sleeping little boy and held him close. He wanted Gavroche to know that he was not alone; he needed to know that everyone there was going to protect him. Admittedly, Courfeyrac would always be the one that he went to first but he needed to be able to trust everyone else. He knew that Courfeyrac was getting better. The poorly young man had reasons to get better, he was young, he had his friends and he had Gavroche, his boy. Courfeyrac cared greatly for the child, as if he was his own son, and he was going to get better for him.

Enjolras always gave to the café when he couldn't sleep. It may have been the early hours of the morning but he had made his way there to think and go over plans. He thought about the revolution, how they needed to find more people to join the fight for freedom and where the best place to build a barricade was. He thought about his friends and how they were willing to fight with him even if it meant putting their lives at risk. He thought about Courfeyrac, and how he needed his friend to get better. Courfeyrac had always been one of his best friends and was a highly important member of the group, he was the centre, the group needed him and Gavroche needed him more than anyone.

With a sigh, the chief walked up into the meeting him, his eyes falling on the sight of Combeferre leaning back in his chair, Gavroche asleep in his arms. It was a heart-warming scene, the young doctor holding the little boy close. "Is everything alright" He asked, quietly as not to wake the sleeping child.

"Oui" Combeferre nodded. "He was pretending to be asleep and saw Courfeyrac's wound. It scared him and he thought that we had lied about Courfeyrac's condition"

"But we haven't lied, have we?" Enjorlas asked lighting a candle to see his work.

"No we haven't, he was just afraid" Combeferre replied "I explained it to him and he calmed down. I think he is finally learning to trust us"

Enjolras nodded. "He needs too; anything could happen at the barricade. If Courfeyrac still wishes to fight with us. He has Gavroche now; he may choose not to fight to look after him"

"I am pretty sure that he still wants to fight. He wants to fight to get other children like Gavroche off of the streets" Combeferre said "That is what he wants"

With a nod, Enjolras sat rolling out the maps and burying himself into his work as he always did when he had a lot to think about. Nothing more was said between the two, the only noises in the room being the scratching of Enjolras' quill and the gentle breathing of the sleeping little boy. The disturbance to the peace came as Joly came rushing through the door, wiping his hands hurriedly with a rag.

"Is something the matter Joly" Combeferre asked looking to the younger doctor

"It's Courfeyrac" He breathed "I think his fever has broken"

And you can all give a sigh of relief now: D