12/6/13

Sorry for the wait again but I am short of ideas for this at the moment

J91 – Thanks, kittens are certainly adorable. Yeah, I have a beta now so mistakes should be sorted!

Almost an Actress – Glad you enjoyed it! No problems about using the names, happy you think they are fitting

Phoenixflames12 – Thanks, I worry about the characterisations; so happy they are accurate

gleechick21 – Thanks for the support ;)

There is a poll on my account: I have written a particually gruesome Les Mis fanfic and am wondering if it worth posting … so please respond even if your answer is no! Or tell me in your reviews if you would like me to put it up.

Chapter 5 – "The Little Poet's Inevitable Breakdown"

Jehan hated hospitals. They were always too clean and white; Jehan was a being that thrived on colour and vivid patterns. To him, white was a non-colour, just the absence of everything. However, there was only panic on his mind as he ran through the halls. Well, panic and Courfeyrac. When he got the call, his world stopped. Time froze in place and the phone clattered from his ear onto the cold hard tiles. Courfeyrac had been a victim of a hit and run. He had just been walking home from work when the car hit him. Jehan choked back on a sobs as he thought about the accident. He had only been in a relationship with Courfeyrac for two short months; yet already they were being torn apart and in such a cruel way. He ran though the silent corridors, ignoring the shouts for him to slow down and walk. Walking wasted time; time he did not have.

He skidded into the emergency waiting room and nearly collided with a doctor. "Are you family of Monsieur de Courfeyrac?" the doctor asked as Jehan tried to collect himself. Jehan nodded frantically with his head bobbing up and down like a speedy nodding dog.

"How is he? What happened? When can I see him?" Jehan asked in a panicked flurry of words.

"Monsieur de Courfeyrac is currently in surgery," the doctor began but was interrupted by a pained cry from Jehan. "We believe he will pull through but only time will tell. He came in with a fractured skull, broken leg and a couple of broken ribs along with severe internal bleeding. You will be able to see him once he is settled on ICU," the doctor explained as he passed Jehan a clipboard into his trembling hands. "I need you to fill in details about Monsieur de Courfeyrac for us to be able to take care of him," the doctor stated calmingly and softly to the sobbing young man. Jehan settled in one of the chairs and wiped away his tears as he filled in the sheet with all information about his fading boyfriend.

Slowly the rest of the Amis filtered in and tried to delay the little poet's inevitable breakdown. Jehan was staring off into the distance as if he was entranced while Grantaire wrapped his arm round their little flower. Combeferre and Joly continued to pester the doctors for some form of news or a copy of the full medical analysis of their friend; and the poor nurse was not getting away anytime soon. Enjolras paced like he always did when things went wrong and Feuilly, Bossuet and Bahorel were all sat silently in an enclosed corner. The only noise that could be heard was Cosette's attempt at silent sobs onto Marius' shoulder. She had become a close member of their group the past month or so and her heart was so sweet and full. Marius actually suited her quite well. Jehan's mind was consumed with thought of what could be happening to his Courfeyrac; even the soft, nimble massaging of Grantaire's trembling fingers could not sooth his tensed nerves. "Enjolras! Please sit down baby," Grantaire pleaded, fed up of watching his boyfriend wear a hole through the carpet. Enjolras let out and deep sigh before collapsing into a seat next to Grantaire and resting his mop of blonde curls on Grantaire's overwrought shoulder.

Now Grantaire had both his boys to deal with; his best friend on one side and his boyfriend on the other. Enjolras was thankfully asleep on his shoulder and clutching on to the drunkard's left hand. Grantaire was trembling and flagging slightly; he needed a drink, but he was not getting drunk in a situation like this. And if he moved Enjolras would wake up; it was hard enough getting that man to sleep anyway. Jehan was still sat like a statue until Joly returned hurriedly with a doctor. "He is settled in ICU, one of you can come visit him quickly," the doctor stated and Jehan just sat gawping at him until Grantaire pushed their youngest member to his feet and towards the door. Somehow Enjolras had slept like a log throughout the whole ordeal; Grantaire had no idea how he did it. For a man that never slept, he certainly slept deep.

Jehan forced himself not to sprint to his boyfriend's room and stay fidgeting behind the doctor. He waited outside Courfeyrac's room until he was allowed to be by the love of his life. Jehan let out a little sob at the sight of Courfeyrac's frail form. The young poet collapsed into the seat next to him and let out the loud sobs he had been holding in. He couldn't stand to see his lover, who was usually so full of light, cast in darkness and plugged into life support. It crushed him inside. So many tubes that seemed to be a barrier between the two of them. "Please wake up, 'Fey … I love you," he sobbed in desperation, holding Courfeyrac's hand.