AN-Yay! I didn't take five months to finish another chapter! :D So, here you guys go :) Hope you like it!

June 8th

It was the next morning and Joly was in checking on Eponine. She had developed a low fever, but there were no signs of infection, so he didn't worry too much. After cleaning her wounds and rebandaging them, he moved on to Enjolras. He had found a coin purse with enough money to pay a doctor to cast Enjolras's leg and keep quiet, but not much more. They would need food which meant going back into the city to get some money. For now, though, he would focus on helping his friends.

Joly had luckily left the barricade unscathed, and Combeffere was almost injury free, but all his other friends weren't as lucky. Joly could remember as, one by one, his friends filled the Corinth, dead. They didn't stand a chance against the National Guard, but he hadn't realized that until after his friends had started falling around him. Sadly, by then it was too late. He watched as the light left Bossuet's eyes, and he saw Bahorel tumble down the barricade after being shot through the heart. Many others had similar fates, and soon they were about to be overtaken. That's when Enjolras and Combeffere came to him. They were extremely lucky that they got away. There were men everywhere, and they had almost been caught a few times. He hadn't seen all of his friend's fates, but he was sure that no one was spared.

Just the thought of all his friends being dead caused his heart to wrench, but now wasn't the time to mourn. Enjolras was injured and Eponine was in a very fragile condition. It wouldn't take a lot for her to be lost, too. Once everyone was in the clear, then they could mourn.

When Joly walked into Enjolras's room, he found him already awake.

"How did you sleep, mon ami?" Joly asked.

"Alright," Enjolras lied. In truth, he had woken up in a cold sweat from a very vivid nightmare, in the middle of the night, and he couldn't fall back asleep. Joly saw straight through the lie but decided to let it go. There was no reason to put Enjolras into talking. If he wanted to tell him something, he would.

Remembering why he came into see Enjolras, Joly spoke. "I need to clean your wounds and change your bandages.

Enjolras sat up, revealing his bare, chest partly covered in bandages. Joly got to work right away, making sure that Enjolras didn't get an infection.

"I found some money, and Combeffere's out looking for a proper doctor. He'll hopefully be back soon. Then we can get your leg fixed up," Joly said, breaking the silence after a few minutes of quietly working.

"Thank you, mon ami." Enjolras was truly grateful for his friend's careful attentiveness. "Joly, have you gotten any rest?" Enjolras could see the dark circles around his friend's eyes and felt bad that he was the cause of them.

"I slept for a few hours, but-" he started, but Enjolras cut him off.

"Go and get some sleep. I'm okay as you can see, and Eponine's asleep, right?" Joly nodded. "Then we are taken care of. Go take care of yourself."

"Joly was about to argue, but he could see the fire in Enjolras's steel-blue eyes and knew he would never win this argument. "Alright, I'll get some sleep, but you need to promise me that you'll rest, too. You need a lot of rest if you want to ever get better."

"I promise that I will try," Enjolras agreed, and Joly left the room.

An hour later, Enjolras was still awake. He had tried to sleep, but every time he started to doze off, visions of the barricade played through his head as he heard people's screams and the sounds of gunshots everywhere. After 30 minutes of failed sleep attempts, he gave up.

Not long after, Combeffere returned with news. He had found a doctor, and he would be over first thing in the morning with stuff to fix up Enjolras's leg. Because the doctor wouldn't be there until the next day, he decided to not wake Joly and instead went in to check on Enjolras.

"How are you faring, mon ami?" he asked his best friend.

"I am having trouble sleeping, and I am bored stiff from just sitting here, but things could be worse," he replied. "And how are you doing?"

Combeffere sighed. "I've been better. I'm just lucky that I didn't end up injured like you or Eponine. If I had, Joly would be way in over his head."

"Yes, we are lucky that you and Joly sustained few or no injuries at the barricade. A few cuts and scrapes, but nothing life threatening." Enjolras was very thankful for that because he could hardly bare the deaths of his other friends on his conscience right now. If Joly or Combeffere had been lost too, Enjolras would have been past saving.

"Well, it's about lunch time. I'll find some food, and fix something to eat. And I should probably check on Eponine, too." Combeffere walked towards the door. As he exited, Enjolras relaxed back in his new bed and sighed. These next few weeks would be excruciatingly boring as they healed and hid from the law. Until it was safe for them to go anywhere, they would be stuck inside. Enjolras just hoped that he wouldn't be bedridden for too long.

AN- So, how'd you like the chapter? It'll be a little slow as they get settled into Grantaire's home and start to heal, but it'll get better soon. :) Anyway, review/favorite/follow my story! I'd greatly appreciate it :D See you all soon!